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Location: San Diego Central Jail, San Diego, California
Date: 2nd and 3rd of March, 2016

During Wednesday night Warfare on the 2nd of March 2016, one man decided to act, one man decided to take matters into his own hands and do what was needed to be done. San Diego, California was host to another extravaganza of a show, when the Xtreme Wrestling Federation came to electrify the place. Electrify it did as the XWF put on one hell of a show. We witnessed a new number one contender for the XWF Universal Championship, as Peter Gilmour won the main event of the evening in a competitive fatal four way match, to book a future title shot against the champion, Loverboy Vinnie Lane. But the XWF Hart Champion, Peter Gilmour is not the man who we're talking about. No!

Scully, the man from Birmingham, England had heard and seen enough of the now former XWF general manager, Tyrone Jackson. For weeks Tyrone had abused his power, treated superstars like shit, acted unprofessional by degrading the XWF talent. Tyrone Jackson was here, there and everywhere, even slapping superstars. One man he called worthless and one man he slapped, Scully, was taking the law into his own hands and he did just that.

Here we are backstage as we see Tyrone's assistant, Dan walking down the corridor with two cups of coffee in hand. He gets to the door of Tyrone's old office and awkwardly pushes the door handle down with his elbow, leaning on the door with his back so it opens. Once inside, Dan spins around to see Tyrone on the floor with his hands tied behind his back and his mouth gagged with his own tie. Blood drips from Tyrone's forehead, Dan instantly puts the coffee down on the floor and runs over to Tyrone. The door slams shut and a key turns in the lock, Dan turns around to see Scully holding a wrench. The lips of Dan begin to shake, he looks scared and he is speechless. After a half a minute, Skull walks towards Dan who suddenly finds some inner courage and runs towards Scully. Dan throws a big haymaker but Skull simply slips to the side and throws him head first in to the wall. Dan is now unconscious, Skull shrugs and walks over to Tyrone who is desperately trying to undo the knot in the rope on his hands. Skull grabs hold of Tyrone's shirt, lifts him up and sits him against the wall. He then makes his way over to the cups of coffee, picks them up and walks back over to Tyrone. Skull puts the coffee in front of Tyrone who kicks it over with the tip of his foot, Skull sighs and pulls the tie down from Tyrone's mouth. "Do you think this is clever you idiot? I can get you arrested for this assault. Scully ignores Tyrone, sits down in front of Tyrone with his legs crossed and takes a sip of the coffee. He seems satisfied with the taste.  "Did you not hear me, Scully? I said...." "Shut up.. Just shut up! I have heard enough of you, the XWF Galaxy have had to listen to your annoying voice for weeks. I'm going to talk so zip it." "Don't you dare talk to me...."  SLAP! Scully gives Tyrone a stinging back hander. Tyrone is helpless, he can't even hold his face with his hand so has to press it against his shoulder.  "Do you remember when you did that to me? You've been abusing your power, taking liberties and throwing your weight around. Well I've seen enough of it! I want a match in the next few weeks and you're going to give it to me." "A match? I'm going to make your life hell. I may be temporarily deposed, but I WILL BE BACK" "You are? Well if you're not going to play nice then I'm afraid..." "Afraid what?" Scully suddenly hits Tyrone round the head with the wrench, knocking him out. He smirks and goes in to the pocket of Tyrone, taking his phone. He then gags Tyrone again with his own tie and making sure it's very tight. He then grabs some more rope from the large pocket on his hoody and walks over to Dan, tying Dans hands with the rope. He then pulls a roll of tape out of the same pocket, sticking it over Dans mouth. Skull walks over to the door, unlocking it. He looks at the GM and his assistant one more time before leaving and locking the door behind him.

Yes, Scully had taught Tyrone a lesson and got the revenge he wanted. Skull had left Tyrone a battered man but that wasn't it for Scully, he had other plans. The night wasn't over for him. In the Main event, fatal four way match Scully decided to make his presence known as he intervened.

Maverick, Alexis Riot, Chris Macbeth and Peter Gilmour are beginning to feel the fatigue. All of sudden Scully jumps over the barricades, holding a steel chair. Scully is waiting for some sort of opportunity.. Boom! Scully just nailed Alexis Riot with the steel chair. Alexis falls to floor like a domino. Scully shrugs he don't care. He then pays his attention to a falling Maverick. Skull helps up his former friend and tag-team partner. Maverick questions Scully's involvement and receives a pat on the back. Suddenly... Whack! Scully nails Maverick with the same chair he just hit Alexis Riot with. Scully looks down at Mav before noticing a hurt Peter Gilmour in the ring. Scully slides under the bottom rope and waits, smashing the chair repeatedly on the ground. Gilmour struggles to his feet, turns around and receives a massive chair shot to the Skull by Skull, funny enough. Scully begins a rampage, shot after shot after shot, all over Gilmour's not so supersized body. After half a dozen chair shots, Scully stops and crouches down, talking smack to a fallen Peter Gilmour. He can be heard yelling. "I'm coming for the XWF Hart Championship.. Suck my dick, bitch!" Scully hits Gilmour one more time before turning around to be confronted by Chris Macbeth. They have a stare for a few seconds before around ten police officers begin walking down the entrance ramp. Followed in tow is the new General Manager, Frodo Big Dick Playa Smackins. "Bruh, I can't have you attacking former employees. Get him, niggas" Scully looks at Macbeth one more time before dropping the chair and seemingly giving himself up as he exits the ring. Scully let's the cops put the handcuffs on his wrists. They begin to walk up the aisle, Frodo stops them and starts laughing at Scully. Skull suddenly boots Frodo in his big dick and balls. Frodo clutches his crotch, falling to his knees. The XWF Galaxy boo at Scully for hurting Frodo, Skull smirks before being escorted from the arena.

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11.30pm...

Now here we are in the San Diego Central Jail, Scully is led on the shitty single bed, looking up at the ceiling. A paper plate with cold, burnt toast sits on the floor next to him and a cup of cold water, which is half full.
He stared at the stains on the wall and read the carved lettering out of pure boredom. It was late but he could still hear prisoners yelling from their cells and guards shouting for them to be quiet. It was dark as the jail was in lock down. Scully had been arrested for assaulting Tyrone Jackson. Skull sits up and begins to speak.

"Isn't it funny? That I am here, locked up in this shit hole for doing what was right? Tyrone Jackson had it coming, he had been walking around for weeks, attacking people and being an absolute cunt, yet I get punished, punished for getting my own back. It's a joke. The XWF is a joke. Tyrone Jackson was getting away with alot of crap and nothing was getting done about it, not a thing. I had been called 'Talentless', 'A waste of space' and all that other shit, I was even slapped in the face by him, and I was gonna sit back and take it? I was the only one who had the balls to do something. I was the only one who had the grapefruits to go into his little office and beat the living shit outta him. What did the rest of the XWF superstars do? Vinnie Lane, Fernando, Trax, Gilmour, Fontanna and all those other jokers? They did nothing. I was the only one who said fuck this, I ain't no one's bitch. Why? Because I ain't no one's bitch. Screw authority and screw management, I am the fuckin' Don.

If it wasn't for me, Tyrone would continue to do what he was doing. He would carry on being an absolute turd and he would get away with it but me, Scully has stopped that from happening. Everyone is going to spit bull and say he was being fired anyway? Bollocls. Now we have a little shrimp in charge, who now has achy breaky peas. Fuck Frodo too. He's the new GM now is he? Another cock sucker abusing his power.

Now look at me? In this dump. Worst thing is? I've never been in jail before, so it's a first, something I'm not exactly proud of. My beautiful fiancée and son are at home, alone in our home in Miami, Florida. Me? I'm stuck in this crapper. Well thanks for the support assholes and I'm glad none of you appreciated what I did. If it wasn't for Frodo, Gilmour wouldn't be the new number one contender either but ya know he's a Prick too. Anyway, Fuck everyone... Good night"

With that Scully lays back down and covers himself with the pathetically, thin duvet. He closes his eyes, tossing and turning on the uncomfortable mattress until he finally goes to the land of nod.

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3am...

A key is inserted into the lock of Scully's cell door. The key is turned clockwise and the door opens as three officers walk in. They close it behind them. Skull is still asleep, his head hid under the cover. The cover is suddenly ripped off him and he is threw out of the bed, Scully quickly gets to his feet as he rubs his eyes.

"What the fuck?"

Officer#1:Did we wake you, you British Prick?!

Officer#2:Don't like authority huh? Think you're a big man by attacking authority?

Officer#1:Well we're the authority around here and we're going to teach you a lesson!

"Do I look scared?"

Skull just raises his eyebrows. The three officers begin arguing between themselves. One of the officers doesn't say anything, he doesn't seem like he wants to help the other two.

Officer#1:You get him first.

Officer#2:Henry, you get him.

Officer#3Henry:Um...

Skull is pretty pissed at being woke up.

"The rude awakening. What is this shit? Shawshank Redemption? Here I am having a nap then you three goons come up in here and start threatening me? If ya gonna do something then fuckin' do it already instead of being a bunch a pussies."

Officer#2:Don't worry convict, you're gonna get it.

"Get what? I ain't a bumboy. I ain't a criminal. I ain't staying in this dump, I'll be getting out of here. My lawyer will get me out. Fuck you all!"

Officers known as number 1 and 2 push officer number 3(Henry) into Scully. Henry throws a punch, Skull dodges and hits him with a right hook. Henry flies back into the other two, who catch him. Henry is led on the floor, officer 1 and 2 take their truncheons from the side of their trousers. They both go either side of Skull who ducks the first strike from officer 1 and bang, elbow to his face. He then leans back to dodge the strike from officer 2, Skull sweeps him. Henry is back on his feet, as are the others and all three go for Skull at the same time. Skull is kneecapped with a truncheon from officer 1 and officer 2 wraps his truncheon around his neck, choking him. Henry punches Scully in the stomach, they put Scully to his knees, handcuffing him. Officer 1 hits Skull with the truncheon in his right shoulder a couple of times. All three guards stomp on Scully who is laying face first on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. Skull's body is beaten as they continue to kick him and stay away from his face. They then leave him on the floor in agony, uncuff him and run their mouths.

Officer#1:Not so tough now are ya?

Henry spits the blood from his mouth at Scully as all three men leave the cell, locking it back up behind them.

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20 Minutes later...

The door of the cell opens as the three officers enter the cell again, this time accompanied by the county sherriff. Skull is sat in the corner of the room, in a little bit of pain but still forces himself to his feet, holding his shoulder in the process.

"Now what? Come back for more?"

Sherriff:Michael Scully, my three officers inform me that you have attacked them which caused them to use self defense...

"Bullshit! They attacked me. Ask yourself Sherriff fuckin' Woody, why the hell was they all in my cell in the middle of the night?"

Sherriff:They warned me you would be mouthy. We've dealt with your sort before. The allegations you have made against my three finest officer's will be dealt with in the court of law. However, as it stands you assaulted my three officer's so for now you will be treated like a criminal. I stand by my three officer's and we will see you in just a couple of hours. You will eat breakfast with the other criminals.

"Another power freak?! Wow, conspiracy theories and a jail ran by dicks! Next time you bozos might not be so lucky."

The sherriff tuts and gestures for Scully to enter his bed. Skull sticks his middle finger up and struggles to get back in his bed. The sherriff sighs, he and the officer's exit the cell. They make their way down the corridor and they all stop.

Sherriff:You idiots better be telling the truth otherwise we may all lose our jobs.

Officer#1:Of course we're telling the truth, sir.

Officer#3Henry:I can't lie to you, sherriff.

Officer#2:Shut up, Henry!.

Sherriff:Tell me, Henry.

Officer#3Henry:Actually, we woke him up and provoked him..

Sherriff:You lied to me and I had your backs. We're just going to have to stick to the story now. You're lucky I don't suspend all three of you. Now go and do your jobs! For fuck sake!

Officer#1:Sherriff we're sorry.

The sherriff storms off, kicking a waste bin over in the process. He is pretty pissed off, that's for sure. Two of the officers look at Henry in annoyance for dobbing them in. Henry looks to floor, knowing they might not trust him again.

To be continued...

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"The St. Georges cross, it reigns supreme,
The Union Jack is like a hot, wet dream.
Those lyrics are so fuckin' sexy, ya know what I mean? Well you do because I wrote them. I feel so much better about myself now I can say fuck all the authorities and the bitch ass yanks. The XWF holding us Brits back, stopping us from reaching our goals. Well look what happens when you take matters in to your own hands..

Wednesday night Warfare, The Union are team one, so go and suck your mum! Scully and fellow Union member, Chris Macbeth team up to dethrone the current XWF tag-team champions. That's right, The Union challenge and take away the tag titles from those chuckle brother cunts. 'To me, to you, to me. I'll be you, if you be me. Let's fuckin' copy each other, put shit in our promo's, shit that only Maverick would be proud of. All because we're a pair of dorks.' Well luckily for us all, we don't have to see none of that crap. Me and Chris have this match in the bag, no one is going to stop us.

Fernus, the last match I had was against you for the XWF Xtreme Championship. You won't admit it but I nearly had you beat, I nearly defeated you. But nearly isn't good enough, nearly isn't getting the job done, nearly didn't win me the XWF Xtreme Championship. No, you won fair and square but that was then, this is now. You recently lost that Xtreme Championship after holding on to it for so long but losing it to the GM, Frodo? Damn bitch, you got pinned by a dwarf. Frodo stood on those yellow pages and pinned you. Now guess what you koala bumming, Rolf Harris loving, boomerang spunking, Cunt?! You lose the tag-team championships.

Luca Spaggotti the one who takes one for the team, literally. The one who let's Fernus be his shadow and portray him like we need another fuckin' one of you. Damnit, tell that doggy to get off your balls already. Do you like the fact that he wants to be you? That just proves Aussies want to be yanks. Sickening. Whatever happened to being proud where you're from? Whatever happened to loving the country you were born in? All this hashtag garbage is really beginning to piss me off and how do we get rid of those tags? Simple, by knocking out the chumps that shove them in our faces. Team two, Fernzegotti, hashtag bumboys, your time as champs are done!

Woah... Wait a minute, I now gotta talk about all these other vaginas in the match? You do know that this should just be The Union verses The Hashfags right? Once again the system tries to put us down. Once again the system tries to keep The Union from holding gold. They already attempted to screw our man, Tush by putting him in that ridiculous rumble match.. Well guess what? He's still your IC Champion and he will still be the IC Champion after Warfare, leaving Trax in his tracks.

So next we have Travis McCoy, now I've seen some of your promo's, I've seen a couple of your matches and although some of it impresses me, you're still a yank. The worst of it is, you're a yank using a surname with a Scottish and Irish origin. Just a name you say? No, you're ruining the United Kingdom by using it, you cock. Where does it mention anywhere in your stats that your failed grandfather and useless father were from Ireland or Scotland, huh? Shave that fuckin' thing off your face too, you probably have a family of badgers living in that thing, nevermind the Flea's! Who's your partner? It's a mystery...

Team number three, Travis McCoy and a mystery that will leave us all dissapointed. We're waiting to see someone remarkable, someone worth a damn and we'll get someone like Justin Drake! That's who it's gonna be right? Actually, I bet your partner is Cole Adams. It's so fuckin' obvious, he was talking about taking on the tag-team champs at some point. Or could Cole Adams be someone else's partner? Hmmmm..

Maybe Cole is Fontanna's partner, that weirdo also has a mystery partner. Yawn. I normally like guessing games like guess who or charades but damn... Team four, Fontanna teams up with a suprise that won't be that much of a suprise. Fontanna himself is dissapointing enough.

And team five... Better than remarkable, oh yeah, one is Marvelous.. He is Marvelous Marc Mero... Okay I lied, it's Marvelous Keith and who the fuck are you? Yeah you're that marvelous that I don't even know who you are?! And your partner, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air? Syke. Prince Charming? The artist formally known as Prince? No, It's Prince Ritchie. Well Prince Ritchie meet your King, King Scully and King Scully 316 says I'm gonna take you to class!
The Unions on strike!"