Ok, I'm gonna keep this short, like Fredward.
Frodo? Fuck you.

Now. Seeing as that's out of the way, I've got a main event for my debut match. How fukkin' sick is that shit? Kristen, or Kirsten, or whatever your name is, I really couldn't give less of a shit... good luck. Good luck on breathing after I'm done with you. Good luck on WALKING, much less wrestling again, Good luck on ever opening your eyes again after I close them and shut you down into unconciousness. I don't know who you are, I don't care who you are, all I know is that I will not stop short of removing your spinal cord and stuffing it up your ass till you choke in reverse on that shit if it means I pick up my first 'W' in the XWF.

You're not worth my time, you're not worth the fans' time, you're not worth this company's time... follow Rebel Star's lead--

Kill yourself. See you soon.

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The scene opens to the McVeigh's trashy apartment. Ophelia is lounging on the sofa with his head in Ann's lap, Ophelia's newly won I.C. title laying on the coffee table amongst cans of beer and a box of half eaten pizza. The two of them are teaming with eachother on Call of Duty.

Ann: You suck at this, you know?

Ophelia: I'm just learning this shit, give me a break! I'm used to shit like SmackDown, Need For Speed, Zelda, Mario, Metroid, Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, Resident Evil...

Ann: Sooo... pretty much everything EXCEPT this, right? Sounds like a cop out to me. [Ann ruffles Ophelia's hair a bit]

Ophelia: Shut up! [Ophelia sticks his tongue out at his gal, before he continues] So, I'm the ref in your match with that Silver chick...

Ann: DON'T, and I mean this, do NOT get involved anymore than a normal ref would. I don't need your help to win. You needed Archie, and believe me, we'll take that victory and the title any way we can, but I don't need help. Regardless of what Frodo might say, I AM A.T. I don't need his validation, nor yours or anyone else's

Ophelia looks up at Ann.

Calm your tits, Ann, I know you can handle this on your own. I'm just going to make sure that wench doesn't try anything underhanded.

Ann: Like punching me in the face with a fist laden with brass knux?

Ophelia: .....like that, yeah.

*BLAM*

Ophelia: [looking back at the TV] Aw FUCK! That was my last energy tank!

Ann: Shoulda had Archie play for you. [Ann chuckles to herself]

Ophelia: ......I wanna play Mario.

Ann: XD

--fade--