… continued.


“What do you mean? I’m in fucking Oregon, how do you think I’m doing?!?!”


Sheer sarcasm rolls off the tip of the tongue of THE Tristan Slater as our scene opens a mere day before the first round of the2019 Lethal Lottery is set to take place. Over the last two weeks there’s been a lot of proverbial “shit talk” flying around in so many directions even if you ducked out of the way you should have dodged. Everyone has something to say.


”I’d rather be in the White House than stuck here for a formality.”


THE Tristan Slater is shown in the back of a limo with a phone to his ear, he’s dressed in a black suit with a white undershirt as he continues.


”I’m pulling up now actually, ah, I see you.”


Slater hangs up the phone as the limo pulls to a smooth stop. Seconds later the back door swings open where Adam Barker pokes his head into the limo with a sly smirk on his face.


”Is this the Oregon pity party?”


Adam’s statement draws a middle finger from Slater as Adam gets into the limo closing the door behind him while he states.


”At least you’re not alone.”


Slater lowers his middle finger while spouting out with a hint of humor.


”That’s a good point.”


There’s a deep sigh heard from Tristan.


”Oregon totally isn’t THAT bad, lighten up.”


”Nah I’m just ready to for Savage to come, the sooner it comes the sooner I get my hands around the neck of .”


Before anyone says I’m not focused on Vita and Roid boy and directing my attention towards my former boss do you a favor and eat a dick and let this play out. Vita is going to get some attention and needle dick is going to get some as well; but reality is Shane is a bigger fish to fry and leaving him laying will mean a lot more than just showing up and kicking the shit out of my opponents because that shits going to happen, there’s no doubts.


”He’s going to pay for what he’s done and the pain he’s caused. Chris should be here and be able to defend himself…”


Adam cuts Tristan off.


”You don’t need to let what Shane did to Chris blind you from what’s important for YOU right now. Yeah, Shane took a cheap shot and tried to end Chris’s career… but he didn’t get the job done. Chris is coming back and when he does HE’S going to handle Shane his self.”


Adam emphatically states as he maintains eye contact with Slater.


”It’s a good thing he sent me here to straighten you out because if you walk into Savage with on the brain and look past Vita and that roided dude you might end up on the losing end of things, and do you really want that?”


Adam’s words start to sink in as Slater responds.


”How the fuck can I get excited to stoked to be involved in a match that is literally being billed as an Exorcism Match, seriously.”


”You know much like we all do this place thrives on the gimmicks, you look at this as a tag match because that’s what it is. Forget about the silliness and forget about the stupidity that comes along with for the time being. Right now you’re in a rebuilding phase because Famine and Gambino didn’t do you any favors, but now you’ve got the chance to reintroduce yourself to the XWF and a victory over Vita; regardless if the XWF acknowledges her title on the website or not, a victory over her is a very good way at introducing yourself in style.”


Adam leans back in his seat getting himself a little more comfortable as Tristan states.


”So I’m just supposed to pretend that they aren’t making a mockery of our profession?”


”Mother fucker it doesn’t matter if they make a mockery of it. Are you collecting a sizeable check? You and Chris with all this bullshit about the company, you both need to get the fuck over it and focus on attaining the goals you’ve set for yourselves, respectively.”


Adam’s words hit deep with Slater who intently listens.


”What ever happened to the days of just going out there and having fun? When did everyone become so uptight about how a federation is run and who they elect to be Champions? Just go out there and do you.”


”Bro you wasn’t drug out to a Bingo parlor this week either.”


Even Adam is stunned by Slater’s admission as Tristan continues.


”I met Jim for the first time this week, and to say it was interesting is putting it mildly. He took me to play bingo…”


”And you stayed?”


”Against my better judgement for sure, he’s a unique dude to say the very least.”


”Look at you!!!”


Adam exclaims before sarcastically throwing out.


”Making new friends and all!”


”Uh Uh… don’t do that, don’t throw that shit in my face because I only wanted to know what kind of person I’m going to have watching my back tomorrow night.”


”What did you conclude?”


”He’s way better than needle dick and head and shoulders better than Vita ever thought about being.” Vita is going to be my punching bag once again because she truly makes it that easy to take pot shot after pot shot; like I’m talking Peter Gilmour easy, high five to you Chris… I digress, you’re arguably the talent on that team and even using the word “talent” is a stretch when your name is attached to it. I can at least say that Jim and I share the same view point when it comes to you and the program you represent. ”I know we’re not going to have any problems handling either of those disgraces of their father’s sperm; and I’d like to team with him again down the road because the little fucker is pretty funny.”


Tristan shifts the conversation.


”What’s up with Chris?”


”Didn’t we cover this? Chris is doing well; he’s out of the hospital and recovering in his own way. No major issues, nothing that he can’t recover from. He’s sitting back and bidding some time.”


”So you’re going to keep it like that, huh? Close to the vest? I won’t ask you again, I’ll just ask him directly after my boot is surgically removed from Vita’s crotch monster.” Let’s shift to the roided out nobody that makes about as much sense as Vita being taken seriously as a Champion on a brand that’s designated for Vinnie’s friends. I still find it hard to believe that you’re expecting to be taken seriously and that the juice you’re on is going to somehow impact this affair in any other way than making you look like a fucking idiot. I have to really question just what the fuck you’re doing in this business other than contributing to its demise. You can choke on your proverbial bullshit and you can save all your nonsensical crap because nobody is buying it. You’re in for a very rude awakening when that bell tolls tomorrow night and your roids can’t save you from the ass whipping that Jim and I are going to give you.


”I wonder how the boot is going to smell?”


”Three day old tuna that’s been sitting on the counter.”


Adam starts laughing along with Slater. Tristan composes himself before he continues.


”One things for certain this is going to be a shitload of fun for sure.”


End Scene.





The Promo:




Well now… I didn’t expect Vita to get this quiet over the last several days as she intently gathers her thoughts while catching her breath after that gut shot she took by yours truly last week. Yes, I know you’re going to go out of your way in trying to convince yourself that you hold a title that means something more than a glorified paperweight; save it. The brand you represent is just as much of a fucking joke as the strap of gold that rests on your shoulder and no sugar tits I don’t really want that belt so save your entire spill on how you’ll defend it against me blah, blah, blah because no one on this side of the table is interested. My eyes are on a bigger prize, a prize that my performance will dictate because I’m here to show the fucking world exactly why I carried this federation on my back in the early days of the reboot era and show exactly why I am every bit as fucking great as I profess to be… and beating you, Vita, while it won’t catapult me into the Main Event spotlight by any means it will open some of the idle eyes across the roster that I am here and I am very dangerous. I don’t have to think you’re serious for others to think that you are and I don’t have to think you’re a credible champion for others to think that you are either; and the only reason I got a hard on for you is because as horrible as I personally think that it is, you are the top of the food chain on Thursday Night’s. The Lethal Lottery has brought talent from across the entire roster of shows together in a winner take all affair, and while my views and opinions are already noted on this entire concept what it will do is put me in the ring at any point against some of the so called “best” this organization has to offer while in the process will allow me to knock some of the ole “rust” off before I make the play I came here to make. You and everyone else that has been put in my way are going to feel the wrath of what I am capable of and I’m going to make it a point to throw you around on GP.


What about that partner of your, eh? Talk about dropping a turd.


You can’t be satisfied with that piss poor excuse for a promo, and to take it a step further that meat head thought he’d be cool a try to troll me! ME! He needs to take another shot in the ass and bulk up a little bit more if he thinks he is man enough to jump on this ride; pack you a lunch buttercup because it’s going to be an all-day mother fucking thing and there’s not enough roid rage in the world that will give you enough of anything to hold a candle to what the fuck I got! Listening to you is like listening to a toddler trying to say Mama and Da Da! No, seriously you need some serious fucking help if you think that large arms and legs means a goddamn thing when it comes to stepping through those ropes and having, I don’t know… TALENT. Shut the fuck up and go stand in the goddamn corner until you’re spoken to and let the grown folks handle out business because you’re what is called a “fall guy”… but I like to refer to you as “Vita’s Excuse”. You’re so not even on my radar that it’s not even funny and you’d better hope you get possessed because it’s the only shot you’ve got of making it out of this battle with all of your fucking teeth, chump.


Jimmy we hit the lottery of dumb fucks in this first round and while this has been a little bit of fun I am looking forward to seeing if we are paired up again down the line. You’re a strange fellow, but I kind of like you. We will embark on this little formality together and I will have your back from bell to bell because if you fail then I fail, and I’m not in a position to fail. Step to the plate and do you homie because your cults like following are into it. I’m going to carry my weight and I’m going to slap around a cunt and a meathead at the same time whilst having a shitload of fun in the process. I want you to join in on that and throw a couple shots of your own; maybe a dolphin or two can join us and we can make a fucking party out of it because there’s plenty of chow in between Vita’s legs to feed them for sure. We can have a lot of fun at the expenses of these two wastes of roster space… but only if you really want too.


I don’t really care for the “gimmicks” that the office feels the need to loop into this affair as that’s just some antics that in actuality tarnishes the entire deal when you look at just how stupid some of these things are. I’m not going to pretend or “sell” some of this shit because that’s exactly what it is in the grand scheme of things. Instead I’m simply going to say that angles and demons don’t bother me and in the event they want to try to overcome by body I’ll slap them quicker than flies circle shit because I can and because they can’t fucking stop me. This upcoming affair is going to be my coming out party for the XWF. I’ve played by the rules of others like John Gambino and Famine of the Vile only to see my partners leave for their own reasons or another. This is going to be the night in which I officially arrive back in the land of Xtreme and start to work my way back to the top of the food chain where someone of my stature truly belongs and we shall see what the second round of this bullshit Lethal Lottery will have to offer. I’m going to work my way to the finals; not because I want to win the damn thing because like I’ve stated the reward of coming out on top isn’t much of a reward. I’m going to work my way to the finals and win this son of a bitch because it’s the only way to make a huge impact on a short notice rolling into the final major event of the year for this company. As crazy as it sounds all eyes are going to be locked on each and every round of this lame tournament, so that just means more exposure for me. Vita and Steroid Guy are going to be some nice appetizers to devour; and devour they shall be. I’ll expose Vita for the nothing champion she actually is and Roid Rager will be too busy looking for his nuts after what is left of them are kicked up into his guts .Jim and I are going to stamp our ticket to the next round of this tournament and we’re going to do it at both of your expenses. You can try to stop us, you can say we’re stupid or crazy but one things for certain; we don’t need significant others to lay down for us and we don’t need performance enhancing drugs to be taken seriously. We will just leave all that for the two of you.


I will not be denied.


I will not be stopped.


… and I will get my hands on Shane .


Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

- XWF World Heavyweight Champion x2
- XWF United States Champion x1
- XWF Xtreme Champion x1