So as we all sit in wait for what lies for us all at War Games














"Who will I face?"

"Is that dog shit on my shoe?"

As much turmoil that has been rising up in the pitiful XWF these days, it's hard to imagine any type of team work going on with anyone.











Spread throughout the draft, spread throughout all of these teams like








That is where you'll once again question yourself if you've made the correct choice drafting one of us, or perhaps, being drafted by one of us.










Was it

a trick?

Planned all along?















Separate us and make us less powerful, maybe?











It may seem like we only attack as a pack, but it's a foolish mistake






We'll prove to you, as the obvious black sheep of our teams, that we don't need a team to win. We don't need the help from each other and we don't need the help from the likes of any of YOU.










Some news for anyone who is inside that very ring with Abigail the night of War Games,








the end of this match will come.







When it does and a team is named the winner, it will be Team Abigail.