Freddie: Has anyone seen Will or Denise? It’s been over an hour since they got here and they just disappeared.

Adam: Maybe they’re somewhere in the house fucking.

Freddie: True. Guess it’s time to go fuck with them.

Adam: How?

Freddie: Remember the story of the old man who lived here? It’s time to play spook the people having sex!

Adam: What are you gonna do?

Freddie: I have an idea. Just need the flashlight on my phone and that voice changing app.

Adam: Really? So your plan to scare the shit out of them by using your cell phone? Good luck with that.

Freddie: Thank you.

Adam: I was being sarcastic asshole.

Freddie: I know. But I know you mean well.

Freddie takes off and starts wandering around the abandoned manor with his cell phone. He starts by going upstairs which is normally where one would look first but as we all know, Will and Denise are both corpses now down in the basement.

Carefully searching around in each room he looks in, Freddie chuckles to himself wondering when he’ll finally find Will and Denise. In reality he’s hoping he catches them both fucking so he can watch.

Freeeeeeeediiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee

Freddie: What the fuck?! Who said that?

He nervously does a 360 turn to check his surroundings but he doesn’t see anyone.

Freddie: Adam is that you fucking with me?

Freeeeeeeeeediiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee

Freddie: I’m serious! Who the fuck is doing that?

THUMP!

Freddie drops to the ground like a sack of potatoes. His phone bounces on the floor and lands by the door to one of the rooms. We then see Freddie’s body being dragged away by a shadowy figure.

Downstairs, Adam is sipping on a beer while grabbing on the ass of one of the girls at the party.

Adam: You wanna take this party somewhere a little more….private?

Girl: What makes you think I wanna have sex with you?

Adam: Well for starters I’ve been grabbing your ass all night and you haven’t said a word. Second, we had sex two weeks ago remember? Jason’s party? The pool?

Girl: That was you?! I was so wasted I had no idea. It WAS fun though.

Adam: Hurts a little that you don’t remember me but is that a yes?

Girl: Yeah let’s go.

Adam: Shit!

Girl: What?

Adam: Freddie has the condoms. Let me go find him and I’ll be back in a flash.

Girl: Don’t make me wait too long.

Adam: I’ll be back before you know it.

Adam takes off and heads upstairs to find Freddie.

Seconds later…

Adam: Freddie! You Freddie where are you?

He continues walking past each room and then sees Freddie’s phone. Flash light still on.

Adam: What the fuck? Yo Freddie where are you man? What’s going on?

He picks up the phone and walks toward the room closest to the phone. He walks inside, flashing the light around to see if Freddie is in the room. He stops in the middle of the room to check Freddie’s phone hoping to find a clue as to where he is or what happened.

Suddenly he feels something on his head. He touches his head and feels something wet and a bit warm. He then looks at his hand and sees blood.

Adam: What the..?

He looks up and sees Freddie pinned to the ceiling. His throat slit open, his bowels completely missing and cuts all over his skin.

Adam runs out of the room and starts to head back downstairs to tell everyone what’s happened but where the hallway heads to the first floor there is now a wall.

Adam: What the fuck? What the fuck?

Adam nervously goes back the way he came but that direction is now blocked by a wall as well.

Adam starts banging on the wall that blocks the first floor.

Adam: HELP! SOMEBODY! HELP!

SLASH. THUMP.

The camera pans over to the ground where we see Adam’s head slumped in a corner with a look of fear. His body over to the left, blood shooting out of where his head once was.[/color]

TO BE CONTINUED

SHIFT GEARS: The FOTV POV

It’s been 24 hours since Chris Page, Adam Barker, Tristan Slater and Famine of the Vile were together. Chris Page asked for a meeting between all three stablemates to discuss their next move.

Tristan: So how are we going to play this bro?

Famine: What do you mean?

Tristan: Look, we beat the spice girls and now we need to beat the munchkins from the Wizard of Oz and they’re actually formidable opponents. We worked well together and I appreciate you sharing the win but I need to know where we go from here because now this is all on us.

Famine: Look man, you and I both know there’s some hate between us and I will admit, we make a solid tag team but the truth is; I didn’t think it was possible. Personally, I’ve never worked well as part of a team except when my long time brother Scott Young and I ran through the division all those years ago. With that said though, you and I have a chance to pull this off in a way that none of these other teams could. We made it work and if you guarantee that we’re putting our differences aside for the greater good then we’re going to kick some ass and take those fucking titles!

Tristan puts out his hand for Famine to shake. Famine looks at Tristan dead in his eyes before grabbing his hand and shaking it.

Famine: You watch my back, I watch yours. This unholy alliance as you called it is going to put this fucking division on the map and no one is going to get in our way!

Tristan: Let’s show these two bit fucks how to get the job done!

LATER THAT DAY

Turns out, Chris Page is leaving and it’s up to Tristan and Famine to continue on with the mission because the rest of the crew decided they would rather walk away than pull their own weight.

To add my two cents to that; I came back for one reason and one reason only. Because my longtime friend slash sometimes enemy Chris asked me to. He said we had an opportunity to come back and take the XWF by storm. That we would show them that they turned their backs on the wrong motherfuckers.

Yet not too long after that, MDK, Blackk and Gambino just left without so much as a “see you later mate”. I honestly don’t give a fuck anymore and will put all of my efforts and focus on what we need to do.

Things are different now. It’s not the XWF of old and I am not the Famine of old in the fact that my focus is no longer on trying to win titles. My focus is now on beating anyone they put in front of me and if I happen to win a title along the way great. Not that this wasn’t my focus back then, but now it’s at the forefront of anything I do.

Which brings me to this; I’ve heard from a few people that these young bucks have been talking shit about us coming back to the company. That we’re only here to cause problems for everyone. That the old guys are simply looking to hog the spotlight from the guys trying to make a name for themselves. That we don’t have what it takes to make it.

To all of that, I say fuck each and every single one of you. You fucks have a lot to learn about us yet you sit there, don’t do your research or bother to get your facts right. I hate to bring up the past but I think a history lesson is due.

I came to this company back in 2005 when most of the roster was playing outside during recess or drinking from their bottle. When I first came here I was just like you- a newcomer to what was at the time THE biggest wrestling company in the world. There was no one that could touch this company under Jon Brown. I fought hard for every goddamn thing I earned. Top 50 all time XWF Superstars which has become a bullshit list thanks to idiots who didn’t know how to run a company let alone pick superstars who deserve to be on that list. But I digress….I have said before that I helped build this company and the truth is that while there were many men before me that did that, when I came in 2005 it was the beginning of a new era.

So many new stars came from that year that are still around to this day still kicking ass. Some retired, some disappeared never to be seen again but we opened the doors for guys and girls like you. But now here you all are, crying and bitching because we’re here. Why does it bother you so much? Because we’re doing better than you? Because we’ve got the substance that you’re lacking? Listen, when you have guys like Pete Gilmour as champion you need to take a long serious look at your company.

Give mediocre people a chance at the spotlight and it makes your company look mediocre.

I’ll wait for you all to start running your mouths as usual.

Like Tristan said, it doesn’t take months and months of being paired to gel and know if this is going to work or not and that’s 100% truth. Tristan and I knew coming in that this wasn’t going to be the greatest of partnerships. The animosity between us was serious but somewhere along the way, we saw that when you both have a common goal in mind, you set the bullshit aside and work together.

I could have fucking won that match and taken the credit and the victory but I didn’t and the question people have been asking is why. Well, here’s the answer. Because I wanted to! Because at the end of the day WE are a team and unless you learn that early on, there’s no point in moving forward. The difference between you, us and every other tag team in this company and tournament is that we’re not sitting here bragging endlessly about the teams we beat and what our record is or what the current champs are saying or acting like.

We’re war horses with blinders on and our only focus is those titles. Which WILL be handed over to us once we beat Raven and whoever his lackey will be. So you sit back, keep repeating the same shit you say in every promo and we’ll just keep it moving as we head for golden pastures.

IT’S ALL OVER BUT THE CRYING

Oh Sarah. Once again you think that saying big words and clever one-liners is going to get your past Tristan and I. That your predictable way of talking is your ticket to victory. Guess what sweetheart. It’s not! I sat there and watched you run your mouth like in previous promos and I noticed one thing; you are repetitive as fuck!

“Oh we beat these guys, we beat those guys because they sucked”

Good for you. They’ve put you in matches with less than worthy adversaries. You beat them. Awesome.

Yet here you are still droning on about what you’ve done since you got here in late February instead of focusing on what’s in front of you. Let me make something real FUCKING clear to you Sarah; you are in for a world of hurt. You are in for the experience of a lifetime and I’m not only going to knock some goddamn sense into you but I’m going to make sure that you never forget who it is that put you in your place.

Pseudo team? Get over yourself bitch.

“We’re the best team ever. We’re so close. We’re so fluid. Our menzies are synced. Lay on my chest and drool.” Shut the fuck up already. I mean goddamn it, I thought Gilmour was annoying as fuck but YOU?! You bring that shit to a whole new level. Made me want to start cutting myself.

You think you’re the first to take a shot at me for who I am, what I say and what I do? Sweetheart you’re just one of hundreds. Just another “lack of creativity with names and insults” type that has nothing better to come up with other than the stereotypical insult.

“Oh, he’s a shadowy figure that is surrounded by the howls of tormented souls”

“H.P. Lovecraft insult” “Michael Ashcroft’s Twilight” “Insert another generic insult related to darkness and evil here”

I love how you think that beating Gilmour was a “testament to my legendary bad-assery”

If you thought I was pissed off before, wait until you’re in my face. Well, waist actually. I’m going to grab that pretty little hair of yours, look into those bright red eyes and slap the fucking taste out of your mouth in order to teach you respect. I WILL put you in your place Sarah. I promise you that! Because broken down is one thing I am not. Don’t take me lightly honey, I’m the one standing here after falling off a fucking cage trying to end the career of a man who no longer has a place in this business. If bringing up my age and time I’ve spent in this business makes you feel better then by all means, continue. Whatever works for you little girl.

“We’re 13-3 as a tag team” “We just beat a team that wasn’t as connected as we are” “These guys don’t get along, we can beat them too”

You thought wrong! As much as Tristan and I don’t like each other, we know how to put that aside in order to get the job done. Pretty sure I mentioned that in my last promo and nothing has changed since. What you don’t seem to comprehend is that there are teams that get put together for a reason. They don’t always have to like each other. They don’t always have to agree. But when the time comes and it’s time to go to work, we go to work! Seen Hobbs & Shaw? Same shit! Tristan and I can and WILL get the job done. Your final stop on this road to the titles is us. Game over.

“Oh my god I’m saying words incorrectly. I hope no one notices while I insult my opponents.”

“It’s 2019, no one knows how to speak properly anymore. I can get away with it”

You fucking millennials walk around thinking you’re hot shit. That you’ve got the edge over the previous generation or two. Guess what? EVERY fucking generation has said the same thing. They’ve all thought they were better than the previous generations just like I did. You think being close with your partner makes you better? You’re like a fucking California valley girl sipping on a goddamn latte while saying the stupidest shit to her bff.

“Like OMG we are so in sync. We are so good together because we do everything as one. Last night I took a shit and I swear, Kenzi felt it.”

You know what I find hilarious? In your last promo you said that I had to wait for you to drop your promo before I could respond. Yet somehow, I dropped mine and then you decided to drop yours. Pot calling the kettle black much? It doesn’t matter who drops what first, who says what first or who sat there bored to death after hearing the same shit over and over again. You gonna talk about how many tag teams you beat again? How you and Kenzi spent the weekend fisting each other before your match? All entertaining I’m sure but by now people are starting to get bored with your repetitive “we’re so connected” bullshit that as soon as you start mentioning that, people change the channel.

You got your shots in Sarah. Congratulations. You managed to put yourself right in between my crosshairs and now all that’s left is for me to pull the trigger. How’s it going to feel Sarah? How’s it going to feel when you’re down on the mat looking up at us with our hands raised in victory? How’s it going to feel when we win the tag titles and you’re standing at the sidelines hoping to get a shot? All your talk and bravado won’t mean shit when there’s a boot in your face and a fist cramming your teeth down your throat! As they days count down, I hope you reflect on everything you’ve said. I hope you realize that the biggest mistake you ever made was thinking you could beat us. Make sure Kenzi brings along your favorite blanket. You know, that one you use when you need consoling? You’re going to need it!