The following message dings on every cellphone in the XWF's extensive database. A texting group is formed, started by the following message:


"Hey Jim, u dint train at all this week...wot r u doing? Israel is the only 1 goin 4 tha gold. BTW did u c wot Bourbon did? That dum bihtc is goin2 get rolled by Ned. P.S. did u hear that LuvBoy was lookin4 ppl to fight 4thetagbelts after Duck n Doc win them at ppv? THAT CULD B US!!!!!!"

Daddy, is that you?

Ash taps her phone...what the hell was that! Damn I hate gettin drunk texts from idiots that make no sense

Gilly looks at his phone then shakes his head..

"Damn telemarketers"

Peter proceeds to delete and block the number

SUCK... MY... DICK!

3X Star of the Month
Former 3x Hart Champion
Former 13X Xtreme Champion
Former 6X Tag Champion
Former 2X Trios Champion
Former 2x Heavy Metal Weight Champion
Former Universal Champion

"James Raven, fight me."

We see Jim Jimson with a pen and quill, writing a letter

Dearest Charile Nickle, son of the Inventor of the Nickle, Michael Nickle

I regret to inform you that I do not own a cellular device, as they are a tool used for the continuance of the dolphin domination over the civilised world, but I still use the well reliable tactic of trained message-eagle deliverer's. Yes you had noticed, I was unable to train for my upcoming professional wrestling bout, as a request for my help, was given out, by the XWF, so it had become clear that focusing on this particular request had been more of an important matter than focusing on my respective opponents, Lil' Fuckboi numero uno and Lil' Bitchboi numero dos. I believe that you're educated guess about the championship bout allocation of the man they call loverboy, Vincent Lane, may be quite correct as the current state of the tag team division is more dead than Peter Gilmour's chances of being a hetrosexual male, by the simple process of elimination it is clear to the common eye that, DDS are the most obvious choice for a tag team title match. I wish you the best of luck in your title retain formality against Johnny Legend.

From, the ultra-sex magnet, Jim Jimson

Jim passes the letter to an eagle next to the window and it flies out to deliver Jim's letter to Charlie and the entirety of the XWF for some reason.

7x Heavymetalweight champin
1x Federweight champion

XWF record
8-12    

Universal record 13-24  

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Here it is















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Well I tried my best you fucking piece of shit you don't have to make fun of it you little bitch



































You thought something was down here huh. Well, you must be pretty dumb. Maybe you should go check-up in the text for the pins









































During all Business Enquires please refer to Mr. Jimson as "Small Daddy Meat Jimson" to assure business professionalism.












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they got rid of the Heavymetalweight championship because appartenly they hate fun at XWF headquaters smh shaking my head rn

Guys, be careful. Zeus is on his Ganymedes kick again. Thought it was a regular eagle until I read this letter "from" Jimson.

(11-23-2020, 11:47 AM)Jim "the Jim" Jimson Said: We see Jim Jimson with a pen and quill, writing a letter

Dearest Charile Nickle, son of the Inventor of the Nickle, Michael Nickle

I regret to inform you that I do not own a cellular device, as they are a tool used for the continuance of the dolphin domination over the civilised world, but I still use the well reliable tactic of trained message-eagle deliverer's. Yes you had noticed, I was unable to train for my upcoming professional wrestling bout, as a request for my help, was given out, by the XWF, so it had become clear that focusing on this particular request had been more of an important matter than focusing on my respective opponents, Lil' Fuckboi numero uno and Lil' Bitchboi numero dos. I believe that you're educated guess about the championship bout allocation of the man they call loverboy, Vincent Lane, may be quite correct as the current state of the tag team division is more dead than Peter Gilmour's chances of being a hetrosexual male, by the simple process of elimination it is clear to the common eye that, DDS are the most obvious choice for a tag team title match. I wish you the best of luck in your title retain formality against Johnny Legend.

From, the ultra-sex magnet, Jim Jimson

Jim passes the letter to an eagle next to the window and it flies out to deliver Jim's letter to Charlie and the entirety of the XWF for some reason.

The eagle bursts through Charlie's slightly open window as he's dropping a massive deuce. He reads the letter, scanning it closely for any hints of dolphin manipulation or intervention. Charlie nods as he verifies the authenticity of the communication. He sends a text back out to the group message.

"idk boutphones my phone dnt wrk unrwter so idk if dolphqueens cumtrol thm. btw i signed us up for a tag mtc on savage! btw did u c that photo of Ash'z azz? lol pastee n flabby!!!!"

Oswald grumbles, seeing the text from Nickles. He knew it was him. How one might ask?

Because he's the motherfucking Billion Dollar Man, Money Oswald.

He snaps his fingers as a shadowy figure appears at his side, It nods, and Oz begins texting back.

"Charles, stop your shit. Don't message everyone like a fucking idiot. We've got a fucking pay-per-view to get ready for and don't need any more of your inane bullshit."

As soon as he sends the text, Oswald's number is changed, so if Nickles messaged back, it would be sent to someone else. The Nickles message erased from his phone as he cracks his neck before going on with his very busy life.