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Unknown Soldier · (08-07-2014)

As the moon passes through a narrow causeway located directly underneath a bridge, the overbearing feeling of darkness overtakes us. The glare of the moon bouncing off the reflection of the bridge appears to be running away from us, as if it were unwanted in our vicinity. The small dribble of water gliding across the rocks is all the senses can make of our new world as our scene fades through the opening of the bridge. A howl from a dog in the far distance interrupts our otherwise trickling silence, as we travel through the hole and back to a moonlight plain. The light still running from us like a terrified little child lost in a nightmare. The moon; although at mid peak when these voices started, was now sailing over the midnight skies and off distant into the never ending horizon. The sun; however, on the opposite side of the spectrum does not rise to it's normal scheduled routine.

Two young males come wobbling from behind a brick building, one clearly intoxicated and fired up over an ordeal that must have just taken place. With every approaching inch it appears our bumbling wanderer's begin to slowly age. Reaching out to them like the Grim Reaper it seems as the inches now turn to feet. The closest and most elder of the men, decked out in complete black attire, is a middle aged slick looking hotshot. The definitive suit and tie composed completely of satin gave reference to his young looking age from afar. His descending counterpart in the background, composed completely of white, is a conclusive slob. The distance from afar tears at this younger looking male's appearance to our eyes. Who seemingly up close has the appearance of a geezer. Hard work and deterioration wears heavy on this man. His garments composed of some filthy rags soaked with the stains of grease and sweat. On the front of his unbuttoned shirt is a tag etched over his left breast reading...

Benjamin: "Whoa, what the fuck you think you're doing sneaking up behind me like that!"

As if anticipating the active conversation, the tall slender man dressed in black replied.

DEATH!: "Watch your step you useless drunk, or you'll end up asleep enough."

In a flash the man stops his rampant and haphazard drunken steps as a bus comes whizzing by his left arm, scraping the edge of his elbow. Had it not been for sudden interruption of his footsteps he would certainly of perished in a splat on the concrete road.

DEATH!: "Guardian angel the less you should see, I plays with your mind with tricks to please."

Benjamin: "I'm going to sober up tomorrow. I promise!"

DEATH!: "Lie out the master of lies? I laugh and think not. My wish is for murder and I drive the plot."

The distressed man in white shutters at the realization of to whom he now speaks.

Benjamin: "I've drawn circle for years, and yet here now you come? To whom must I oblige, SATAN! my master?"

DEATH!: "Back of the alley so vulnerable and depraved; bid him goodnight, sweet dreams, and Arrivederci!"

Without second thought or hesitation, Benjamin turns around and hustles his way back down the alley in the opposite direction of traffic where he almost lost his life. The man in the black suit and tie slithers back away under the bridge and out of sight and mind. Running with a distinct form of purpose in his step, Benjamin turns the corner and searches down the back of the alley. Finding nothing breathing, he then proceeds to make the turn and head down another alleyway perpendicular to the last. At the very end of the alleyway sits a door leading into an abandoned wooden warehouse. The outside rotting as the stench of putrid filth emits an odor, so obvious of termite activity feasting at the foot of it's withering structure. A slight pause for a moment of wonder our murderous villain awaits, before turning the knob to reveal his mistake.

A room filled with feces, maggots, and rust. In one corner sits the decomposing body of an infant, while ironically in the corner adjacent the freshly cut out uterus from an unfortunate female victim. Hanging from the ceiling like many small chandeliers are various limbs from corpses slowly decomposing at various stages in the process. Benjamin can do nothing but drop to his knees and cover his nose from the smell of rotting flesh. Burning the hair off the inside of his nostrils. Upon doing so, he collapses into a state of unconsciousness. The reason for doing so may not have been the scent, as what we now bear witness to is quite repulsive indeed that he must have seen.

A behemoth of a woman, who stands nearly seven foot tall, stands with her knees bent so as not to hit her head on the ceiling. Between the swaying of human body parts that impede our vision of her, we can tell that she is incredibly attractive by the sight of her stick figure and extraordinarily large breasts. Wearing nothing but black lingerie, she stands hovering over a glass table covered in a mountain of GLASS methamphetamine. The gigantic super model Laughs Wickedly as Fuck, while throwing dollar bills on top of two strange and depraved males. Both of them on hands and knees facing away from each other with a two sided dildo shoved directly up their anuses. They thrust for their tip throwing puppet master at her command. Who will put a stop to the sick depravity?

Benjamin comes to and pulls his fallen body from the ground by using the table in front of him as leverage. He reaches for one of the males throats who was engaged in the hideous sex act. Proceeding to choke him until his eyes pop out of his sockets and his imminent death ensues. Before the giant woman can retaliate, the door from inside the warehouse flies open and none other than XWF LEGEND himself, Peter Gilmour appears! The tall voluptuous woman faints at the immediate sight of the Xtreme icon. Her unconscious body begins to leak fluids from out of every orifice on her body.

Peter Gilmour: "Quick Soldier, we have to get out of here before she blows!"

Gilmour; like the Bause! that he is, pulls out a 9 mm pistol and shoots Benjamin in the head. Directly between the eyes six times until his face looks like Silly Putty. Then proceeds to toss the gun over his shoulder while doing a double barrel roll on the ground, grabbing Soldier, and escaping the room before a tidal wave crashes through. The vast overflow of sexual fluids has exploded like some kind of Vagina Volcano. They both run further now down the alleyway and out of harm's way before the entire building explodes. In slow motion they both dive to avoid the blast behind them, towering over them like a giant geyser in the background. They land on their feet with no damage, but the stress of the situation at hand dwells deep.

Dante Kyllen: "He's trying to kill me Pete!"

He screams with great terror in his voice.

Peter Gilmour: "That's just the methamphetamine talking, look where the hell it's got you Soldier! You're doing ass to ass porno shoots with She-Ra in the middle of some dark alleyway!"

Unknown Soldier: "You're probably right Pete. Well, let's go defend those Trios Titles bub."

Peter Gilmour: "Uhhh... dipshit... You've been out smoking methamphetamine for like months upon months now. We lost those things forever ago."

Unknown Soldier: "Seriously? Ha! That's funny, my bad bro."

Peter Gilmour: "I should kick your ass for that statement. Oh wait a minute! I think I will this week on Warfare."

Unknown Soldier: "Why should I return to the XWF? Sounds kind of like time that would be better spent masturbating or smoking meth."

Peter Gilmour: "I dunno. Maybe because some guy named Eli James has been calling you out for ages now."

Unknown Soldier: "Who?"

Peter Gilmour: "Jesus Christ.."

Soldier performs one of those long and annoying yawns that you sometimes wish you could shove your fist down because it is very interrupting and drawn out.

Unknown Soldier: "Pass."

Peter Gilmour: "Well, rumor has it Kimberleigh Alve's big fat fake BUTTOCKS are bouncing around...."

Soldier's step is a bit more upright suddenly, as he immediately has to adjust himself before he can continue to walk..

Unknown Soldier: "Soooo... My next match is against you, huh?"

Peter Gilmour: "Yes, XWF management is trying to split us up."

Unknown Soldier: "Although I have no recollection of anything while under my crystal methamphetamine induced coma. I can almost guarantee that it involves three idiot buffoons who can't even tie their own shoes, let alone book a card properly. My guess is because the whore of the group can't decide which of the two males she'd rather let violate her anally during their double penetration sessions, which they cleverly call 'match booking meetings'."

Peter Gilmour: "That sounds 100% accurate, miraculously."

Unknown Soldier: "No matter what XWF management tries to do to us Peter. We will go out there and continue to make chicks bleed on their periods!"

Peter Gilmour: "Yeah, that's pretty much what I just said in my first promo."

Unknown Soldier: "Well then, that only leaves us with one more problem. How the hell are we going to get me back in shape so quickly in time for the match on Thursday?"

Peter Gilmour: "The only way two best friends can, with a Rocky and Apollo montage."

Scene 1: Peter Gilmour and Unknown Soldier running on a sandy beach stride for stride while a party of incredibly hot nude women cheer them on in the background.

Scene 2: Pete and Soldier are once again training, this time inside the meat locker freezer. While Peter is slamming cow carcasses around in various wrestling moves and coaching our demonic foul mouthed villain. Soldier appears more consumed with consuming said animal corpses.

Scene 3: While stepping aside for a break in his training, Unknown Soldier attempts to let bad habits insist while sparking up his crack pipe behind Peter's back. To his surprise Peter had anticipated this behavior. 'god's gift to women' comes around the corner and smacks it out of Soldier's hands, shattering it's contents on the ground below. Peter shakes his finger at Soldier's attempt to cheat.

Scene 4: Gilmour and Soldier screaming separately one another, competing to see who can shout SUCK MY DICK the loudest into a mirror.

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