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Location: London, England
1pm ish

Here we are in London, England. The typical English weather is that the sun shines some of the time, then it becomes cloudy and then... Yes then, then you get a shower of God's piss. Quite alot of it actually. You could never be sure what you were gonna get in good ol' England, the weather in England is as unpredictable as the XWF. Today however, it was pretty dry in the sky and just a hint of wind, as the sun hides in the mist of the white (the care bears favourite home) clouds.

A famous London black cab with the Union Jack on the side, sits outside Heathrow Airport awaiting the next customer. We see XWF superstar Scully, who is running towards the front doors of the airport, bags in hand as a gang of screaming teenage girls chase him. Luckily for him, a kind sir opens the door for him to make his exit from the airport even easier. Skull quickly slides the back door open of the cab, jumps in and shouts to the driver, "Go, Ho, Go!"

The cabbie, who raises his eyebrows, not sure if Scully actually called him a ho, pulls away fast as the screaming girls bang on the window. They try to keep up but to no avail. They yell, "We love you Scully!" "You can bang us all!" Skull smirks as he looks back at the teenagers. One of them, who looks about 18, gets her tits out. Skull shakes his head with a grin and turns around as we begin the journey around England's capital city. Skull shows his appreciation to the driver.

"Thanks for that man."

The cabbie responds in a Cockney accent.

"No fuckin' problem my sir. Them girls ad tha horn for you didn't dey?!

"Just a bit."

"So where we goin', sir?"

"Hilton London Wembley please."

"That's a bit posh. You ever been to Wembley?"

"Yep. That's why I'm back in the UK, to go to Wembley. Just came back from America."

"Oh I see. You a brummie?

"I am indeed."

"I love Wembley Stadium. Who do you support, football wise? I'm a West Ham fan."

"I'm also a claret and blue supporter but the original claret and blue army, Aston Villa."

"It's ashame to see you guys go down."

"I know, we got smashed at Wembley last year."

"Yeah I remember against the Arseholes, I mean Arsenal."

The cabbie and Scully chuckle at the cabbies comment.

"There's an XWF event at Wembley tomorrow night. You going to that are you?"

"I guess you can say that."

Scully smirks and nods. The cabbie looks at Scully in his rear view mirror and reconises him.

"Hey ain't you that wrestler geezer from tha XWF? Scully right?"

"Last time I checked, yeah."

"I thought I reconised ya. My fifteen year old son, Luke is a big fan of yours. We're tryin to stop my daughter Joanne, who's just turned seventeen, to stop watching the XWF."

"What? So your son is allowed to watch it and your daughter who is relatively older isn't allowed? How does that makes sense?"

"Look I don't want to discuss it."

"Okay fair enough."

"My wife caught her masterbating."

"I thought you didn't want to discuss it? She's seventeen though, man."

"It's different when she's your child."

"Anyway what has this got to do with the XWF?"

"It was over you, she was watching your DVD."

"Can't say I blame her!"

"Are you for real son?"

"My names Scully not Luke, so I ain't your son."

"Very funny ain't ya? My wife caught my daughter masterbating over your shitty DVD and you want me to joke about it?"

"What the DVD, 4 Life? That's the only one I've released, unfortunately."

"I think so, I don't know. It must be. All I know is that it makes me feel sick."

Suddenly there is an awkward silence between Scully and the cab driver. Skull didn't know how to respond to that, he just looks out the window at the busy streets. What began as a friendly conversation, ended due to opinion and the cabbies daughter. Looking on the streets of London, we see elderly people with their shopping, businessmen in suits and youths wearing tracksuits, just like the ones who represent The Union. There are plenty of other vehicles on the road in London, as they drive past double decker buses, vans, motorcycles, other cars.. There was some traffic stoppages aswell. Skull gets out his phone and begins to scroll on the net, browsing the XWF Website. Which once again, still has the wrestlers from the past on there. It needs updating, Maddy, how many times?!

Scully then goes on the world of social media, he uses his right thumb to select the Facebook app and enter his personal page. After scrolling for a few minutes, Scully decides to write a status.

"It's good to back in England, it's good to home. #TheUnionBackHome!"

Scully then tweets the same FB status on his Twitter page. He rarely used it but it only took a few seconds to do it. The cab driver then begins talking again, this time being racist.

"Ya know Scully, this government is to blame for tha current state of our country. It's all those fuckin' packies from the 70's, dey should never av bin allowed ere. Then we had all those fuckin' Asylum seekers. Ya know what I'm sayin'?"

"I do, bu...."

The cabbie interupts Scully. Skull just bites his lips and pretends to be interested.

"I knew you'd agree me, my son. Dat fuckin' mug David Cameron is a useless cunt. Those war veterans have to put up with this shit? The ones that are still with us. Your great grandfather, my grandfather all fighting for us, for what? Not to mention we can't even celebrate St. Georges Day and what about our British Traditional meal now being curry instead of Fish and Chips?"

"Some of what you're saying, I may agree with like not celebrating St. Georges, not being allowed to have our flag on display but some of what you're saying is plain, ignorance. Since when did a chippy sell a chicken tikka? Why do you remind me of the cab driver from Football Factory? Sitting there being a racist cock? Huh? You're doing my head in, just shut the fuck up!"

The cab driver does as he is told, feeling a little embarrassed and red faced, he shuts up. The awkward silence returns and Scully continues to look out the window. After half an hour journey, we are here at the hotel where Scully is staying. The cab driver pulls up, Skull gets out and stretches his legs. He grabs his bags and places them on the floor, he opens his wallet.

"£20 please? I'm giving you discount."

Scully takes out a £20 note and hands it to the cab driver.

"Thank you."

"Thanks... Oh before you go...."

Scully goes in one of his bags and takes out a Union T-shirt. He signs the Union Jack on the front with a permanent pen and hands it to the cab driver. The cab driver looks at it with a smile and reads it.

"Luke, The Union is for you! Scully"

"Awww thanks man. Luke will love it."

Skull goes back in the back and takes out one of many photos of himself. He then writes on it and hands it to the cabbie. THE cabbie looks at it.

"Joanne, The Union is for you! Keep masterbating :) Scully"

"You fuckin' mug!"

Scully bursts out laughing at the cabbie who speeds off in a pissy. Skull then picks up his bags and looks at the hotel

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"It's time for the XWF to witness Carnage. The Unions fans will be going crazy, the women will be having orgasms, so will some of the men, hell they will even try to dress like us. The only fans I love, will be blowing the house down. They get to see Chris Macbeth take the XWF Hart Championship away from Peter Gilmour and Scully destroy a hasbeen and a wannabe, all in the same night. What lucky people you all are.

I can not wait to walk out on to the ramp as the crowd erupts and actually make us feel welcome unlike the Yanks do. It's gonna be hectic and it's gonna be crazy. Firstly, let's talk to Kathy, you may call him Marvellous Keith but everyone knows he doesn't deserve that name. Kathy you've finally stop wanking and produced a promo. Well... Well.. Well... How fucking dare you?! How dare the loser squad what you was apart of, call yourself The Monarchy? Do you know what the monarchy even is, you dumb fuck? I'll give you an example;

The monarchy of the United Kingdom, commonly referred to as the British monarchy, is the constitutional monarchy of the United Kingdom and its overseas territories. The monarch's title is "King" (male) or "Queen" (female).

You're from Canada? Your ex teammates from Canada! I know you have a monarchy in Canada but for a team full of losers to call themselves that name, is an insult, an outrage. I am royalty to you. So listen here, your team mates didn't want you because you're more useless than them and that's saying something.

You talk about losing to Dillinger? Yes, I'm asking you a question, who the fuck is he? And you lost to him? Are you simple? ? Dilusional? If you can't beat some jobber, what chance do you really have of beating me? I'll answer for you, none. You have no chance in hell.

I'm really scared of one thing though, the fantastic Marvellous Edge? I bet you can't even lift me, you little shrimp. I will let you try and give me that pathetic excuse of a move if you want, if you somehow manage to pull it off, I'll get up and burst out laughing at you.

Who's Shit? You're Shit! Who's Shit? You're Shit! Who's Shit? You're shit!

Hey Fat Tony, nice to see you finally give us a promo. Still asleep though I see, do you like sleep? It's all you seem to do. Are you awake now? You had a bacon butty and a cup of coffee? All ready to go? I hope so. Don't worry though, you can go back to sleep when I put you to sleep with The Scullanator. You're welcome.

Why don't you buy a false tooth? My mother in law lost her front tooth, she just went to the dentist and brought a new one. No point walking around looking like a tit is there? I can give you cash if you're short? I imagine it's weird to brush them when you're missing one of the main ones right?! That's if you brush em, I hope so.

Don't know what else to say considering none of you were man enough to say alot. Santos, you didn't even acknowledge me. You do know you have a match right? You do now, you slag! Both of you are gonna show up and both of you are going to crying at the end of the match when Scully is victorious. UK, England, London, Wembley... The Union is here. Da End, Scully Has Spoken!"