I entered into the arena, bombarded by both cheers and boos. I mean, I knew my trash talking before the actual match would spark a reaction but I wasn't quite expecting this. I walk quite slowly, followed by my flag bearer, some no name kid with a bad haircut and a pathetic excuse for a beard who volunteered. I kinda felt sorry for him, he looked like he was gonna shit himself! Well I'm not surprised really considering he was in the presence of the mighty Fedor "Soviet Damage" Orlov, two time European champion, looking to finally claim a gold here in Beijing.

"Don't fuck this up, Fedor." "SCREW RUSSIA!" "KAZAKHSTAN!" "Hope he breaks your fucking legs!"

I look up at the jackass who made the last comment and was about to spit in that fuckers face before I noticed a camera pointing directly at me. Fedor! Keep your cool, you're on TV! I ignored the other racist insults hurled at me and turned to my trainer who patted me on the back and wished me luck. We all turned in unison to the entrance yet again for the next participant.



Taimuraz Tigiyev.

He walks out, not keeping his eyes off me so I return the stare with a deadpan look on my face. I will not let this asshole play mind games on me. He too has a kid carrying the flag, except his flag bearer looks more jacked and a little older. "What an ugly flag." I think to myself as he goes to the steps of the ring, opposite mine. No matter how good I was, I knew it was going to be tough. I had a huge amount of pressure on me already. I stepped onto the corner of the ring, my heart beating.



My heart beat was thumping into my ears so hard that I barely noticed how loud the crowd was until now. We both walked into the middle. God, his stupid bald head and ugly scarred face made me want to drop a right hook into his jaw- Fedor! Stay focused, don't get disqualified like last time. I take a deep breath and crouch down a bit into my wrestling stance, Taimuraz doing the same. No shaking of hands, nothing, we both want to get this over with.

The whistle screeches in my ears and gives me white noise as we both enter into a clinch, struggling with each other for a whole minute it felt like. Shit, I slipped and he capitalised on it with a takedown onto my stomach. It's not the end of the world though as I stand my ground, Taimuraz struggling to turn me over. We both get up and this continues for a good 3 minutes, exchanging takedowns. The score was still level and we were in a clinch as I slip behind him, seeing him getting weaker. Out of nowhere I hit a beautiful turning wrestling mat slam onto Tigiyevs' back. BOOM! I get the 2 points and the final match whistle is blown.

I couldn't believe it. Taimuraz lays winded on the floor as my trainer jumps up and starts screaming, the crowd going absolutely nuts. I was an Olympic Gold Medallist. The referee waddles over to me and raises my hand as my national anthem plays once again. This is when it finally came into my mind. What if I could win a match like this every week? Have the same crowd reaction that appreciates athletic and technical ability? That's why I came to XWF.

I came to XWF to stop the disease that is hardcore wrestling. I've had enough of baseball bats and steel chairs, they belong in the World Series. It is time for Real Soviet Damage, The Anti-Hardcore God, The Olympian, The Soviet Solution, The Antidote of XWF to restore legitimacy to the sport and it starts in tomorrow in my fatal four way match against these other three nobodies. Prepare to be eradicated.