Oswald Autem Sephtis stumbles and trips through a broken corridor. He sits on a broken chair and falls on his broken ass. Oswald, dumbfound, rises quickly to his feet and looks down to his waist to ensure the XWF Title of Xtreme is still intact. With a sigh of relief, he picks up the broken chair from it's side and attempts to sit in it again, resulting in the same. He shakes his head and remains on the floor for a few moments this time. He ponders and looks at the chair until he notices a soft voice from above.

"We all see things a little differently now, don't we Oswald?"

Abigail floats down from the ceiling, like a spider upon her prey, and gazes into Oswald's eyes. She reaches behind her and pulls out a pipe wrench and smiles before handing it to him.

"If you wouldn't mind."

She says winking at him.

Oswald's eyes roll back in his head as he begins smashing himself in the face with the wrench. Before long, due to the massive, ungodly strength in this vessel, Oswald is a beaten, bloody, unconscious mess. Abigail rests on top of him petting his head like a little puppy.

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