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It was only yesterday, Scully had a visit from Natalie. He hadn’t seen her for a couple of months but it was just like before, they seemed to click. Scully wouldn’t admit how he felt and made out he was happy to be her pimp. After all, they stopped seeing each other because he caught her on all fours and some desperado fucking her from behind. Natalie regrets going back into prostitution, not only because she was caught in the act but because she had feelings for Scully. She needed the money though and she was going to continue selling her body, simply because it meant she would still be in Scully’s company, if he was indeed her pimp. During Natalie’s visit, she went to the toilet and her plan was strip naked. Why? To seduce Scully. She still wanted him and she hoped it worked.
Whilst upstairs, she heard banging and shouting. She crept to the top of the landing and listened carefully. She could hear that it was over cocaine and it was obvious, Scully was being beaten. The drug dealer, Tyler and his henchmen had left their mark. Scully was told before the final shot, they wanted half of the five grand he owed. After they had left Scully unconscious, she ran down the stairs in the nude and nursed Scully when he woke up. She then gave Scully oral sex to make him feel better. He let her stay tonight.
Today, Scully had to pay Tyler half the money he owed him for cocaine. Scully never had much cash but he never much choice, he had to pay it. Scully is one of those guy’s who always pays what he owes. He had a black eye, fat lip and bruised ribs to show for not yet paying his debt, but he was still feeling positive. Scully had to sell his 2014 Dodge Charger to pay for his mortgage and coke, so he had to take a cab to Tyler’s ‘office’. Scully let Natalie stay at his house as he didn’t want her involved. Scully small sports bag in hand with the money inside. The cab pulls up outside a large house with large black gates. There is a black 2015 Aston Martin V8 Vantage, a white 2015 Jeep Cherokee Sport and a yacht on the drive way. Scully is envious of the luxuries this guy has for dealing drugs. Skull pays the cab driver, gets out and walks up to the large gates. Scully pushes the buzzer as he looks into the camera pointing directly at him. It is Tyler himself, who answers as he speaks through the speaker.
Tyler “Come in…..”
The gate opens, Scull takes that long walk down the path as he looks at the vehicles with jealousy. As Scully gets to the door it opens. Karl, the henchmen who gave Scully the final blow, smiles at Scully with a cocky grin. Skull just ignores Karl’s smug look and enters the large house. Karl follows behind and escorts him to a room. Karl open the doors and Scully enters. Tyler is sat in his chair, Cuban cigar in mouth and counting lots of cash. He looks at Scully and puts the cash in a pile. Tyler’s other two henchmen, Jamal and Dave, are standing either side of him. Scully places the small bag on the table as Tyler blows smoke in Skulls face. Tyler unzips the bag and looks at the money. He passes it to Jamal to count as he stares at Scully.

Tyler “Cigar, friend?”

Scully “We aren’t and will never be friends… So no thank you”

Tyler “Rude. Why are you such a cocky little shit?”

Scully “No one treats me like some turd on the bottom of their shoe, that’s why…..Friend”

Tyler “I’ve been good to you, Scully…”

Tyler smirks as he was being sarcastic.

Scully “All this money you have. You have a big house, the cars on the driveway and you’re being an absolute Cunt over five grand?”

Tyler “Business is business. You snorted it so you pay for it, Dick.”

Scully “I get that, I really do and I always pay my debts. I text you only a couple of days ago, telling you I would get your cash. Your reply, ‘I’m in no rush, give it to me when you have it.’ Then yesterday, you’re in my house with these little bitches kicking the shit outta me. What’s up with that?”

Tyler “I changed my mind! I tell you what I’m going to do, if all the cash is there, I’m going to give you a whole week to bring me the rest of my money… I’m going to be generous, just this once.”

Scully “The catch?”

Tyler “Why do you think there’s a catch? I’m in a good mood.”

Jamal then interrupts.

Jamal “It’s missing $500 boss.”

Jamal grins as he hands Karl and Dave $100 each and $200 to Tyler. Jamal puts $100 in his own pocket.

Scully “You thieving little gypo’s…”

Tyler “Late payment, Skull. Got to charge interest. You still owe three grand… Next week, Skull or we’ll be paying you another visit.”

Scully is pissed off and just turns to leave. Tyler then makes another remark.

Tyler “Hey Skull, your face is looking good.”

Scully head-butts Karl, knocking him to the floor. Tyler stands up and stops Jamal and Dave from reacting. Scully smirks.

Scully “Just as good as baldilocks over here then.”

Blood pours from Karl’s nose as he lays unconscious on the floor. Scully then leaves, feeling good about himself.

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Two Hours Later…….

Scully is back at his home with his cameraman and new housemate, Alfie. Natalie had gone back to her flat to get some more clothes. It seemed she was going to be staying with Skull for a little while. Alfie had just got a couple of Budweiser’s for himself and Scully, from the fridge. They are just chilling and Alfie wants to know what is going on with Natalie.

Alfie “What is with you and Natalie?”

Scully “We are just friends.”

Alfie “Friends just sleep with each other do they? I’ve seen the way you two look at each other, you really like her don’t you?”

Scully “Yeah I like her, she’s hot, what is there not to like? There’s nothing wrong with a bit of fun.”

Alfie “How much does she charge?”

Scully throws a cushion and hits Alfie in the face.

Alfie “Touchy subject, huh?”

Scully “She doesn’t charge me a single dollar, she doesn’t charge me anything!”

Alfie “Preferred customer, yeah?”

Scully “Look go and make yourself useful and grab your shitty camera.”

Alfie “Need to let off some steam?”

Scully nods his head and smiles. Alfie grins and then gets up from the sofa. Alfie goes to get his camera. Meanwhile, Scully thinks about Natalie. He asks himself questions like, should he be fucking a prosi? It’s not like he couldn’t pull another woman. He knows she’s clean and not doing it at the moment, but he’s still fucking a prosi, regardless. Alfie soon return with camera in hand and then makes a joke.

Alfie “Ready hooker fucker?”

Scully “You’re fucking hilarious… Ready!”

Alfie “3…. 2….1….. A blowjob is $10.”

Scully “You’re cheap!”

Alfie “GO…….”

Alfie hits the record button.

Scully “Welcome ya’ll to the final addition of the greatest show in the XWF, regardless of what that turdburglar, Fernando says…. The last addition before the pay-per-view, Turning Point, that is. Not the last addition ever like you some of you were hoping…. Welcome to Scully Cam.
Tomorrow night at the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado. I enter a ladder match which will involve eight superstars… I mean one superstar… Myself, Scully and seven divas. Those ladies are David Mosier, Polvo Blanco, Austin Fernando, Cain, Ruben A. Mitchell, Shinsuke Nakamura and Duncan B. Deadly. We’ve heard a lot of bullshit from these women, well the four of them that could be bothered to flap they’re gums. It is apparent that Daffyd, Duncan Donuts and Shinsue are not that interested in this match. They’re too busy fingering each other’s butt holes. So let’s concentrate again on the girls that tried and failed to insult me.

Austin Fandango, You think you're out of this world --and everyone wishes you were. You’ve ran your mouth, spat shit and made out you’re the top dog off the XWF. You’re the dog’s bollocks right? That’s some British slang right there, the dog’s bollocks means you think you’re the man around here. Well considering you’ve done fuck all but chat shit and beat an underperforming, Ghost Tank, since you came here, I don’t think you can dare question anybody else. The Ghost Tank you defeated, is not the same man who defeated me, he is a shadow of his own self. You nearly beat Justin Sane? I can say the same fucking thing, you sweaty crevice. The fact is, Sane kicked both our asses, nearly isn’t winning the God damn match is it?! Oh and whilst we talking about how good you are, what about you fucking up the chance at becoming the Prophetic Champion?
What I really want to know is, who the fuck are you to say who should quit? You're first match here you lost right? You've just stepped through the door of the XWF and you actually think for a minute that you can give orders to other people? Fuck you! You egotistical little prick. I've been doing shit better than you since you was a glint in your father's eye. Don't think for one fucking second, that you have any right to tell me where I should be. Hey, maybe you can fuck off and go back to sucking dick for rent money. I heard you used to hang around the docks.”

Scully starts singing the first verse of Bon Jovi, ‘Living on a prayer’ but with his own lyrics.

“Austin used to work on the docks,
Flirting with all the sailors and sucking all their cocks…
For Cum…. For Cum”

Scully shrugs and carries on singing the next verse.

“Natalie works the streets all day,
Fucking all the men, she brings home her pay…
For Skull… For Skull”

Scully smirks and then continues.

“Obviously wrestling isn't your deal but you sure as hell look like a little bitch, so why don't you stick to the occupation you were born to be in?!
Did you really say I got my assed whooped with one hit by those fucking henchmen? You were clearly not paying attention to what happened, too much shit in your eyes was it? I got hit in the leg with a baton, punched in the stomach, twice, hit in the stomach with the baton and then head-butted. Are you sure your name isn’t Stevie Wonder? I wonder why the fuck you’re even here in the XWF!
You’re the only big name in the match? Are you for real? The only thing big about you is that head of yours. You haven’t done jack. You even think your better than the TV Championship? Better than Gator? I think it’s about time someone, as in me, put you down a peg or two.
I don’t deserve to be mentioned in the same ‘Breathe’ as you? WOW…. And you call me ? I think you meant the word, breath and man, your breath stinks of bullshit! The wrestling industry is going to take me to the hospital? I’m pretty sure an ambulance is what takes you to the hospital, simpleton. Ambulances are those vehicles that go ne nor ne nor… With the flashing lights. You’ll be going to hospital, I’ll make sure of it!
Next……

Polvo fucking Blanco, you're a man of few words. Trouble is, you keep repeating them. You questioned the undefeated streak I had until I faced Peter Gilmour? Well you’re definitely not going to have any sort of undefeated streak going, you’re just not good enough! You said all the opponents I defeated were jobbers? Well if that’s the case, I shouldn’t have any trouble kicking your ass all over the Pepsi Center. You are the calibre of those opponents I defeated. I would put you in the same league as the man I defeated in my very first match here in the XWF… That man is Darren Dangerous. He was very similar to you, had no charisma and no fucking character. He was a total fucking weirdo, just like you. You’re the type of guy who sniffs his mother’s panties and watches her in the shower. Is that what you used to do? You dirty little pervert, I’m going to slap you silly! I have a confession, Polvo, I did skim through your first promo by the way, ain’t no one got time for that. The second promo, you just spent your time crying like a little bitch… That’s because you are a bitch! Next up is…….

Ruby, the AIDS infested skit rat. ‘The sickest man on the planet’. I did actually think you must be sick, I mean just looking at you, you look like… Death. Must be all that prison food, not getting much are you? You and Polvo will get on just fine, he lives on a park bench and you look like a junkie. The two normally go together quite well. You mentioned my record? Who the fuck are you to question anyone’s record? Is it because yours is so amazing that you’ve lost most of the matches you’ve been involved in? Hypocrite!

And last of all…. Cain.

Now Cain, you’ve called yourself a murderer? A killer? Can you even slice a loaf of bread? Did you really call me, Scilly? It’s SC-U-LLY… With a ‘U’. Why are you questioning the fact that I called you Kane? I don't see a problem. That’s your name isn’t it, Cain? You should feel honoured, privileged, I got you mixed up with someone more relevant. In my honest opinion, I think you need to seek medical advice. You can always join Fernando in the ambulance. The offers there!
I will see you all Turning Point…. Da end, Scully has spoken!”