SMACK!!

XWF Xtreme Champion and Xtremely Smug Skunt Dolly Waters goes down like the tween tramp that she is. Falling next to Dolly's half conscious body is the metal chair Theo Pryce used to knock her out.

Fucking young people. Pryce remarks as helps Doc D'Ville to his feet.


Hello Dolly. You may or may not be able to actually comprehend what I'm saying on account of the dent I just left in your head but if by chance you can hear me allow me to formally introduce myself. The name is Theo Pryce. You've probably heard of me before and if you haven't well...then we know you're lying.

Here's the deal. That title you currently have belongs to the Kings, like every title in this place. One way or another every single belt in the XWF will be around the waist of a King. So how about you do the smart thing for once in your life and lay there and let this happen like you do whenever Daddy Waters comes homes smelling of cheap booze and cigarettes.

Pryce looks around and motions for the ref who had been patiently waiting over by the corner to come in and make the count.

As the ref kneels down Theo not so gently places his shoe atop Dolly's kneck.

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