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Inside the pole barn I have finished up my in ring training with my sparring partner and am now dangling free legged from my hanging climbing wall. I am wearing a pair of forest camo cargo shorts, my mask, and instead of dress gloves leather climbing gloves. Continuing up the section of wall I was dangling from free legged, I now place my feet on a rock with my knees compressed to my chest. With all my might I thrust upward leaping from one hanging wall to the other grabbing two rocks with my hands. Father Slathe is inside, set up in front of a camera, waiting to cut a promo.

Father Slathe: Thomas Nixon, Mr. Nixon, or should I just start calling you the next victim, since that is what you are going to be, just another name on a list of people who have fallen victim. Victim to believing everything and everyone need special attention and aid to survive here on earth, it is sad, it is the weak like you and many others, Mr. Nixon, who will soon have people fighting for the rights of Pedophiles. Lizard People, well we could have helped with your cause if you would have joined forces with ours but that is fine and now too late, so hope you weren’t planning on changing your mind, child.

I mean you crossed that bridge and blew it all to hell afterwards when you called The Truth a cult, please, a man who follows Lizard People wants to call The Truth a cult, you are a silly man Mr. Nixon. See The Truth we are just the Creator’s warriors here to make sure the pussification that has clearly consumed what once use to be a great no non-sense America doesn’t engulf the XWF and slowly destroy the lies and the weak. We just believe in the true lord who would not condemn those who take up arms against the lies, but would praise the violence and blood shed on those who disbelieve. You Mr. Nixon have made it clear as day that you don’t agree or believe in The Truth but would rather dance in the fires of lies.

So your fate has been consumed by the flame and the lies are burned in your soul, there is no setting you free any more, now is the time to extinguish your purpose. So you have made it clear I must whisper to Mr. Tidbits to make sure you live a nightmare come Warfare that for sure will bring a smile to his face. If only I could see that boy’s bright smiling face again, but the mask is sewed into his flesh for over a decade, the mask is basically his skin now! Hope that doesn’t freak any of you out too much, I promise he is only a monster when I tell him to be. Don’t worry, I will make sure he is every bit of a monster for Warfare, sorry Mr. Nixon; I slightly switched my attention to the fans. You, Thomas Nixon, worry your pretty little fuck boy ass off!

My monster is going to be set free and I will make sure he gives you more attention since you are the one who seems to have a little more sin in his soul. Killjoy the man seems to know this match is just something he should probably stay as far away from as possible, most likely go off playing pranks somewhere, which will leave plenty of opportunity for you and my son Mr. Tidbits to get acquainted very well! Warfare is going to a spectacle for any sore eye, blood is going to be shed by the time Mr. Tidbits claims victory with a second pinfall or submission, I am praying, which will occur on you!

If you haven’t noticed, now we are no longer preoccupied with Savage, where we took a win over your little man-crush Michael McBride, who you still seem to be more focused on than my pet. Don’t worry it will be your funeral if you don’t give myself and my boy more credit, we are a force that is going to shatter dreams and make men earn their goals. No more just walking around and gaining what you want because you followed along with the movements, every XWF superstar is going to be earning their spots. The Truth is sick of all of your lies just ignoring the fact that we are here to take XWF by storm, no matter what current feuds, tournaments, or teams are taking place, if you are in the way, the storm isn’t stopping. Consider yourself taking a break from man crush Monday Mr. Nixon come Warfare you are going to wish Michael McBride never pops in your head because my pet is going to have your mind bouncing around like a kid in a rubber suit.

I promise you this Thomas if you have anything else on your mind besides everything that will be occurring at Warfare during your Triple Threat, you will for sure be slain, I don’t care how cocky, arrogant, or determined you are, if McBride is on that brain of yours, you will for sure lose, there is no room for other thought when my son Mr. Tidbits is set free to do as he pleases, oh yes, the world will burn. I hope you have flame wrestling attire, inside that ring will be nothing but a fiery hell for you child, our lord, he has no tolerance and he is willing to send his armies to storm lands and conquer. Kind of like in the same sense how I am going to use Mr. Tidbits to destroy superstar after superstar who doesn’t want to listen and receive The Truth.

Oh so your quick mind is going to not only keep you alive during the match but it will make sure you come out victorious is what I was hearing through most of the ending of your second promo. Maybe one day if you keep telling yourself that my child, it will work for you, but come Wednesday, that will not be the outcome or reality of the matter. My son very much is not primitive, he just knows that his Father knows just a little bit more than him so he obeys to reach his truest of potential. Thomas Nixon, I have already trained my pet, I’ve trained him to be the perfect pupil, he acts on his own thoughts, well for the details or the ingredients, and my commands are more the bread of the sandwich.

Mr. Tidbits is a perfect soldier, a Warrior GOD, Heaven’s Storm, an archangel if you will, he has only duties to fulfill and those duties rely on what my tongue speaks to him. Well since we finished our dues at Savage my tongue now has only been filling his mind with the thought of ripping Thomas Nixon’s heart from his chest, while Killjoy cowards out in the crowd. Well as you see Mr. Tidbits is not here, because well he is still out training nonstop, preparing to make his Father proud. Do you have a Father you look up to Mr. Nixon? Hopefully you do, hopefully, he is proud of you, because come Warfare he will not be a very proud Father as he watches his son get smacked around like a red-headed step child!

See Mr. Nixon I can be a decent man, hell I can be charitable, I can be fair, I’d give the shirt off my back to the right, big tittied bimbo for a sloppy blowjob! Like I told a Mr. Blackcoat, I am not your average or ordinary Father, in our religion, our priest like roles aren’t sexless boy lovers. We are women chasing, cigar smoking, hardnosed, and don’t take any kind of shit from sinners. Similar to the old school ways of the Catholic churches, but not quite, more party and not giving a fuck in the sense of we don’t disagree with drugs and other things of that nature as long as you aren’t harming anyone who hasn’t earned it. Does that sound like a cult, well probably, because really isn’t any religion basically a cult?

Hopefully after Wednesday maybe you won’t have such a fetish for McBride after all the times Mr. Tidbits drops you on that slick backed haired head of yours. Your brains will be scrambled and probably will not be functioning the same as normal. Doctors like to call it Traumatic Brain Injury, Mr. Tidbits likes to call it a Tidbit of a Headache, a move you will definitely become familiar with since the match is a two out of three falls count, which means there will be plenty of opportunity for my pet to bust your skull wide open. McBride is gong to be so disappointed when after Mr. Tidbits puts you through so much that it causes your brain to rewire where The Truth would now be your obsession. Don’t worry; we don’t want that as much as you would. See we have already encountered what happened to seem to be a stage four clinger in Bobby Blackcoat; the man is well very strange and lost as to who he is and what he wants. Very unstable individual and not like in a badass, indestructible way either. Well, I probably have said enough to and about Thomas Nixon.

Killjoy, well I have only mentioned you here and there, well you seem to not really want to have any part with this match, with not cutting any promos. I don’t know if you are scared, smart, or just too busy pranking people. Either way I really don’t care, I just want to lightly cover we understand your ass will be in the ring as well, just take some advice and stay clear of Mr. Tidbits while he demonstrates a warriors way or else your fate will be the same as Thomas Nixon at Warfare, that we will leave entirely up to you.

Now, XWF Universe, I am sure you loved seeing Mr. Tidbits in his debut match against, Bobby Blackcoat, Michael McBride, and David Stone. Just wait until Warfare, where I will fully allow Mr. Tidbits off his chains, he won’t have any restraints. If you enjoyed the violence on Savage prepare to have your heads scalped because Warfare will be even more of an extreme showing from my son, he will show you exactly what a monster of his caliber is capable of, Thomas Nixon and Killjoy are going to first-hand experience The Truth! Until next time XWF, stay VIOLENT!”

Father Slathe finishes speaking to the XWF Universe, while I am still outside in the pole barn training, now at the weight room, doing different circuits, sweat pouring from my body.

Fade out.