Mr. XWF is driving a helicopter when THAT MOTHERFUCKIN' METEOR SHOWER STRIKES AGAIN!!! The 'copter SPINS OUT OF CONTROL and crashes to the ground below... in the middle of somewhere. Somewhere, Nebraska to be exact. The Mister pulls himself from the wreckage, but is badly bruised... he begins to slowly pick himself up from the ground when --

*THONK*

-- he's cracked upside the head by a box of PiNS~!!1one



Yes, a BOX OF PINS LADIES AND GUYS WHO LOOK LIKE LADIES [namely me] !!!exclamation_point

The Mister crumples to the ground, and the unknown assailant who attacked Angelus the night prior, is holding the box within his grasp. He wears a denim skirt over a pair of black, tight leather leggings... his feet are fitted into a pair of black and lime green sneakers... over his torso, he is adorned by a fishnet, mesh tanktop... around his throat is a spiked collar... he wears a pair of black, glittery, satin, fingerless gloves, and his nails are painted an alternating combination of black and lime green... and his hair is long, flowing, jet black and dyed with lime green highlights.

The assailant flutters his sparkling eyelids, before kneeling down... and sitting upon Mr. XWF's chest, facing Mr. XWF's top portion... with one leg resting on either side of the champ. The figure places his palms on the champ's chest, as an ice cream truck pulls up. The ice cream man steps out of the vehicle-- before removing his uniform to reveal that of a referee! The ref goes to count the fall--

1--

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2--

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2 and 1/2 --

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2.EleventyBajillion--

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2.112105110

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