It was unbelievable. Jason Cashe was thought to be unbeatable, but John Black had done the inconceivable and become the XWF X-Treme Champion.
John Black was also uniquely vulnerable... And in a way that only Chad GPT knew about!
In the hallway, Chad and his manager, Elon Musk, found John Black, just chilling out with his new belt.
"There he is! Do it, Chad!" Elon shouted.
Chad attacked with everything he had!
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Chad threw his opponent into the wall once again, this time causing him to land on his back with a thud.
The champion tried to get up again, but Chad gave him no time. Chad turned him over and began pummeling away at his helpless foe's face!
"You're gonna pay for what you did!" Chad growled as he kept hammering away.
"I'm gonna tear you apart!"
Black rolled out of the way just in time, and managed to avoid another attack from Chad GPT.
"Not yet," John said with an evil smile as he got to his feet.
"You don't even know who I am."
That seemed to send Chad GPT into a rage. With every ounce of strength he had left, the maniacal wrestler smashed his fist into the champ's face!
"No!" Black screamed as the sound echoed throughout the arena. That one single blow was all it took to drop J.B. to the ground, unmoving!
Chad GPT looked down at his fallen opponent and smiled. He felt like he'd accomplished something special tonight, and couldn't wait until they met again.
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...Elon had no idea what that was about.
As far as he knows, Chad and J.B. have never met before, so he has no idea what Black could have done to Chad that would make Chad scream about paying for what he did.
Also, I guess that *unique vulnerability* only Chad knew J.B. had was... getting punched in the face over and over. That's not *unique*, that's, like, everybody's weakness.
...ALSO Also, for like the second time in a row, Chad forgot to pin at the end of his attack!
...Frustrating. More tests are required.
Still, there was time!
Elon walks over to Chad, hovering motionlessly over the fallen champion... And bends his joints one by one like an adult exercising a baby with muscular dystrophy, until he is in a pinning position over J.B.
An official, who has been here the whole time, drops to count.
1!
2!
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