After relentless complaining about this stipulation, and since any old run-of-the-mill halfwit scrub off the street can have this belt if they want it, Jenny decides she is bored. If it’s good enough for Marf it’s good enough for her, right? She is gonna beat him on savage and take her belt back anyway so why not be generous and spare him the embarrassment of being pinned on national television in front of everybody. It is a holiday season after all. 

Maybe she will lower herself to that level and kick him in his nonexistent dick. He will double over in pain and cry like the bitch he is.

Then maybe she will pin him?




1?




She wipes his nose for him with a Kleenex because by now there is snot.




2?

Marf considers just letting her take the damn belt back. The belt she so desperately is trying to devalue and run down yet clearly wants to have. It would be a lot less annoying not having to listen to her whine about anymore. But then, he doesn’t and he kicks out instead, once again sending Jenny flying. He gets up, hauls her to her feet and presses her into the wall. He then holds the title up their faces.

Trying again to redeem yourself? Guess you’re not even as good as a halfwit scrub to win a sneak attack and get this beauty back. All the whiny, shit talking you’ve been doing lately has proven you do not deserve this title. Or any title for that matter. Just like school is July, you have no class. Go ahead and make your jabs about how horrible I am for beating you within the confines of the Xtreme championship rules. Go get your walking fuckstick Chaos to transform back into corporate chaos and beg Theo to make me give it back. You failed last week. You have failed here. And you will fail again at Savage.

Jenny’s eyes are welling up with tears because apparently it’s fun to try and sabotage people’s characters in the 24/7 hallways. Marf takes a moment to wipe his apparently snotty nose thanks to the Canadian head cold he’s just getting over. He looks to berate the whiny bitch some more but she squirms and scrambles away from him. Marf reaches out and grabs her by the hair but she runs off while her wig detaches in his hand. Marf looks at his hand in disgust, like he just put it in a public toilet. He throws the damn wig at her as she runs away like the coward she is.

Bitch you forgot your hat!