”Goddamn it!” The sounds of things clanging on the ground can be heard as the scene fades in to reveal THE TRISTAN SLATER standing in ring gear with his hands on his hips looking down at a table that’s been flipped over following his most recent failure at Cunt-Fest as the world saw the poster boy of the XWF return to Pay-Per-View since getting thrashed by Soldier to sneak up from behind like a fucking cunt and steal a victory away from me. ”Shane… I failed you.” The crushing defeat can be heard in my voice as I let out a deep sigh dropping my hands to my side as I turn around and look across the room at the only guy that actually believes in me… Shane . ”I took my eye off the ball for a split second and it cost us, it cost us dearly.” The blood that was shed by Shane tonight hasn’t even dried on across his forehead and face as I can’t help but to shake my head in shame. ”I held us back tonight and neither one of those dicks are going to let us forget it.” Let me get one thing straight with each and everyone of you roaming the free world that THINKS you know me or are able to predict what I’m going to do before I do as if you’re walking around with a magic crystal ball; I’m not pissed off or upset that I lost the match, oh no because I can live with a loss. I’m pissed off because both of those two pricks are going to walk around with their chest puffed out spouting out how they beaten Shane when; as an old man has said, “in reality” neither one of you have pinned or made him submit. What pisses me off is how both of you cock suckers are going to use MY loss at Cunt-Fest to try and make yourselves feel inferior to the much superior Shane KNOWING that neither of you can take him I mean did you all see how quick he bounced back tonight? After that “beating” he popped up like nobodies business in the next segment of the show. ”I don’t have any excuse to make.”

Shane seems to find amusement in that last comment as he tries to recall that epic moment where he went straight from taking a beating, to delivering a cold hard slap to the pretty face of Centurion mere SECONDS later... "Ah, I only wish the memory were more vivid. Lots of blanks speckled in around that time but as the world saw caught on camera there is NO way to deny the abilities of SUPER SHAMELESS SHANE !"

Turning to Slater, Shane adds, "But don't worry too much about Main and Page thinking they've got a big win. Don't forget, a big part of my overall plan has been and will continue to be: keep them both preoccupied, and FAR AWAY from that Universal Championship! The Engineer is going to be working diligently to restore its value and the last thing we need are guys like CCP or Main watering down the title picture. Sometimes the war is won BECAUSE the enemy is foolish enough to think the smallest of victories means something... and if CCP's comments after the PPV are any indication, it sounds like they're going to try and break into the tag team title picture which only means we've all succeeded in keeping them OUT of the top spotlight. All that hard work Unknown Soldier and I put in last year... all that hard work Madison Dyson, Peter Gilmour and certain others have done... all that back breaking effort the Engineer has taken on by hoisting the entire company onto his shoulders... ALL OF IT has paid off, and is highlighted by YOUR masterful performance while you still had CCP and Main eating out of your hand. So much has gone wrong for them, that now they officially KNOW their place and aren't even allowing THOUGHTS of the Universal title to enter their minds!"

Shane smirked, trying to ignore the pain his swollen face was still experiencing with each passing expression. "Your purpose is much greater than any single victory or loss in a ring now, Tristan. I don't think you realize how far you've set CCP back, and we all know Main will stay right back there with him."


Well that is certainly a perception of this that I had completely overlooked, and yes it certainly appears that Page has his eyes on tag titles and will parade around tooting his own horn I do have a fantastical opportunity in front of me in just a few weeks because when I meet Chris on Savage he won’t have the luxury of having Robert to fall back on like he did tonight at Cunt-Fest. ”Doesn’t change the fact that I’ve just become a verbal punching bag… ”but I do know how I can make this right, or at least start.” I’m going to use this loss to my advantage and allow Chris to lure himself into a false sense of security like it already has. We’re not even thirty minutes removed from the show it self and he’s calling out The Sick Cunts like it’s a forgone conclusion that they’d be in line for shots at those titles after ONE victory in the Tag Division, and notice how Chris shut the fuck up after being put in his place by FuZz. ”Saturday Night Savage.”


The mention of Savage brings a sinister smile to the face of the SUPER SHAMELESS One.


”We both know that Chris is going to be flanked with Adam Barker and probably his fast friend Robert Main with him, what better way to make this up than by having you in MY corner to take a birds eye view, so you can be within ear shot to hear the screams of Chris Page, the squealing that with erupt from his vocal cords.” Chris Page already has one foot in the grave and I want to be the guy that finally buries your career. You’re hyped up and overconfident prone to making mistakes which you’ve ALREADY done and just fail to realize it… yet. ”Shane . I’m asking you to be in my corner, I’m asking you to manage me on Savage so that your SUPERNATURAL presence will continue to inspire me to paint this picture of destruction.” What better way to eliminate the corner men of Page than by having the one guy that neither of them can deal with, Shane , watching my back. ”What do you say?

Shane thinks for a moment about how valuable of an asset he can truly be to Slater when you consider Shane's recently uncovered ability to pretty much be in two places at once despite being unconscious. "I think my presence is not only requested but required because it's a 100% guaranteed fact that CCP is going to cheat and use AS MANY cheap ass helpers, fake friends, life lines, or who knows what else he'll call them. He is incapable of playing fair so I'll need to be there to even the odds and if things get too out of control I may need to summon additional firepower!"

"I may need to summon the forbidden one BACK again!"

Slater gasps at the mere thought. Could he mean...?

"But let's hope it doesn't come THAT far."

"In the meantime, the world better start getting used to seeing Shane in the corner of Tristan Slater, just like they better get used to seeing Tristan Slater in the corner of Peter Gilmour! Few humanoids in this business are wise or brave enough to engage in the art of tiered management, but we'll happily show them how it's done," and Shane pauses for a moment. "We'll be showing them some OTHER fascinating combinations as well, but that's a story for another time. Heh heh heh heh heh........"


”Ya know I do have one question for you…” As a confused look graces my face as I then ask. ”I can’t figure out for the life of me how within seconds of the match ending you’re backstage slapping the taste out of Centurion’s mouth…” There’s a sly smirk that etches it way on Shane’s face as I continue. ”It’s almost as if…. You have super powers!”


”Maybe I do.”






… To be continued.






Promo:



Yes, yes I know there’s an awful lot of conversation being had about the Tag Team Cage Match that unfolded at Cunt-Fest which STOLE THE SHOW and made the Tag Title Main Event look like a Curtain Jerker Classic yet the single biggest question that’s been asked since the show closed… HOW THE FUCK DID SHANE COMPLETELY NO SELL A BRUTAL CAGE MATCH?!?! I tell you that Shane has got to be super fucking human because I’m still suffering from some aliments after that battle in the dessert… to hear Chris Page and Robert Main talk they act as if this thing is over yet in actuality we’re really just beginning this war; and in like any war there’s MANY battles that take place. You got lucky on ONE night but that luck runs the fuck out for you Chris. Nobody has your number like I’ve got your number and going into Cunt Fest I toasted you like you’ve never been toasted before and much as I expect you to no sell it you’re not going to have the luxury of no selling the vicious nature in which I’m going to tear at your flesh like a goddamn spider monkey.


I have a method and a reason for everything because since Cunt Fest has hit the books I’ve already bounced back and not only have the attention of a tubby little bastard that’s begging for a fight I’ve got the attention of the goddamn roster as well. I’ve taken Peter Gilmour under my wing much like Shane has taken me under his and in one single outing Peter because a legitimate THREAT to the degree I’d put money on him kicking your teeth down your throat if the opportunity presented itself… unfortunately for Peter and for Shane or anyone else that might be looking at you for a fight they might want to set their DVR’s if they can’t be one of the eight thousand people in Burlington because it’s going to the final time anyone ever see’s your fucking face on Televisions you self-centered son of a bitch! I’ve got a lot of pent up hostility running through these veins and it’s going to explode the mere moment that opening bell sounds because when that bell tolls there’s not going to anything to stop me from using any and everything that isn’t nailed down to cut your flesh and spill your blood. A Street Fight is the perfect setting for this particular battle within this War, you know, the War that you and Robert simply assume is over because you say it’s over. Listen here fruitcake, you don’t dictate when we’re through because we’re through when one of us isn’t fucking breathing and judging from what I saw earlier this week from you there’s an awful lot of hot air that’s spewing from that overgrown cock sucker of yours. You’ve already opened your mouth and stuck your foot in so you better thank the XWF God’s that I have to remain “cold” within this open because the guns are loaded and you’re in the fucking crosshairs. I’ve dedicated this match to Shane and unlike at the Pay-Per-View Chris Page isn’t going to have someone to carry his dead weight to a victory and he’s going to have to rely on himself to get it done… and if memory serves singles affairs isn’t something you’re successful at, right Mr. Page?


This isn’t going to be for the weakened heart.


I’m certain that before the final bell tolls on this affair we’re going to be thrown off the air because you’re going to see brutality, you’re going to see a level of violence that national television hasn’t seen in a long, long time because I’ll be damned if I let Shane down for a second time in as many fucking programs in a match opposite Chris Page. Over the last few weeks I’ve already exposed you for the true person you actually are; the kind of person that sticks his dick in a prostitute unprotected while his wife is at home raising two kids, you’re the kind of guy that has a child out of wedlock and keeps it’s a secrete for nearly twenty four years, you’re the kind of guy that has used and abused any and everyone both professional and personal to get where ever you wanted to get regardless if you’ve earned it or not. You’re biggest claim to fame is talking about running a federation for what? Twelve years, you talk about it like it’s supposed to mean something but “in reality” the only thing the WGWF is dead in the water where it’s been for the last two years. You boast and brag about you awards like they mean anything other than people kissing your ass and throw you a consolation prize for NOT winning the Universal Title… twice. See unlike you I’ve held the highest prize this company had to offer back in the day. I’m the guy that’s responsible for their even being an XWF today because had I not come along the doors would have shut eight years ago. That’s a legitimate accomplishment while you’ve got nothing to show with TWO different runs with this company other than a month long run as World Heavyweight Champion while never reaching the top of the mountain. I want you to walk into this party as over confident as you are so when that final bell tolls and you’re left on your back looking up at those lights counting the stars that are over your head you’ll realize real fucking quick that you’ve never been better than me and the only reason you’ve ever beaten me is because you signed the fucking checks. My fist is going down your throat and you’re going to be left a broken fucking mess.


In closing I’d like to say something to you, Centurion.


You talk such a big game yet when put on the spot you turn down my challenge only to issue a challenge of your own down the line… talk about lame as fuck. You and Bourbon are about at a tie when it comes to being the drizzling shits in this business. You walk around with a third tier title like it means a fucking thing other than being the smartest kid with down syndrome. Let’s get one thing perfectly straight; I don’t want your title because it’s beneath me. I want you in the ring where it’s put up or shut up because you’ve gotten a little too big for those britches of yours and are in desperate need of being knocked down a peg or two and I’m the guy to do it. You’re on borrowed time and now you’ve found yourself on my radar and if you think for one second that slap from turned your head around just wait until you feel my fist connecting with your jaw. The ball is in your court sunshine.

- XWF World Heavyweight Champion x2
- XWF United States Champion x1
- XWF Xtreme Champion x1