Kitt Kennedy
The Highlight of the Night
XWF FanBase: Men, some teens (booed by casual fans; opportunistic; often plays dirty)
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10-08-2016, 06:00 PM
(Kitt powers up and kicks out of the pin attempt by Shaker at 2 and a half.)
Ok, at first I thought it was cute that you stepped up to the alpha male of the Federweight division but now you are just becoming annoying and starting to piss me off. You’re a spunky little shit, I’ll give you that but spunk doesn’t win championships around here Shaker my boy, you have to be able to talk the talk and walk the walk. I do have to say, you are getting pretty good at cleaning those toilets boy, as a matter of fact when you decided to put my head in there I seen something at the bottom of it, it was your career. You won this title and that title in the UWF. I’d say congratulations but if you are the type of champions they produce then I really don’t know think that is saying much about their talent pool over there.
You may think you were something great over at….what was that place called….UCW….no…UWE….no….either way it doesn’t matter because the XWF is the only federation that matters. You are now a small fish in the ocean and I’m the Great White shark that is here to eat your scrawny ass as an appetizer as I move on to someone else that is worthy of being my main course. Keep messing with me Shaker and your stint here will be a short one. Continuing to set your sights on me is nothing but guaranteed career suicide, allow me to load the gun. Maybe golf would be more your speed, I figure a guy like you likes to feel a hard shaft in your hands and chase after balls.
I give you an A for effort by trying to make a quick name for yourself here. At the same time I hate to be the bearer of bad news little buddy but your strategy of repeatedly losing to me isn’t going to do it. For now, take your happy ass back down to the jobber locker room and find the one with your name on it. This Federweight title isn’t going anywhere but to it’s home around my waist. Quit wasting my time bitch and know your place.
(Kitt grabs a club from Shaker’s bag and takes a running swing, nailing a perfect low blow, dropping Shaker. Kitt tosses the club aside, picks up the Federweight title and walks away.)
Not a very good shot. The balls were no where near regulation size.
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