XWF FanBase: The IWC (gets varying reactions in the arenas, but will be worshiped like a god and defended until the end by internet fans; literally has thousands of online dorks logging on to complain anytime they lose a match or don't get pushed right)
Dolly looks at BWP, "Oh what? You weren't going to pose for pictures with my naked body like a GITMO scumbag?"
A bunch of stuff starts happening, it happens so happeningly. Things, they occur. A mother of all ass beatings. Things get described. Stuff goes on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on. CCR playing. An anti military song. It happens more. BWP is laying on the ground bloodied and shaking.
"Awe."
More things happen and now Dolly is beating the PTSD sufferee in the face with the butt of his rifle laughing historically like Drezdin dressed as Napoleon while celebrating that French Liberal defeating that French version of the fascist dickwad, Trump. More shit. More filler. Things. CCR. Words. Descriptions. If someone were writing about all of this on those cellphone it would suck major ass.
"It ainnnnnt meeeeee! It ainnnnnt meeeeeee! I ain't no military sonnnnnnnn! I ain't no fortunate onnnnnnne nooooo!"
BWP doesn't look too fortunate right now. He's being manhandled by a little girl whose also a snowflakey progressive who believes in equal rights and such. Alex Jones is somewhere throwing a shit fit calling the ass beating a conspiracy to have the government take guns away from veterans. Stuff happens. More filler. Red White and Blue! Dolly stops.
"Happy early Memorial Day, sir."
Dolly walks away leaving BWP an unconscious and bloodied mess.