Sarah Lacklan's heels click and clack loudly as she makes her way through the oddity that are the halls of the XWF. She passes by the Rain monument outside the Heavymetalweight doorway with a barely controlled urge to vomit, roll her eyes at the Federweight doorway, and smiles as she makes the turn into the Xtreme. She flashes her Billion $$$ Smile at Main and points behind his shoulder.

"Oh em gee! Is that Salsa the Wrestling Bear?!"

Robert Main sighs and turns around. Sarah slips behind him and pulls him down with a schoolboy cradle.

"Oh my! I so hope you don't kick out of this pin by..."

She reaches into a fold in her dress and pulls out her pocketwatch...because of course she has a pocketwatch.

"7:00 PM Pacific Time!"

1!

2!

Upon seeing that even the Universal Champion is now getting in on the actions, Madison looks ecstatic!

AHAHAHAHAHA! YES!

She immediately dials GREGGO!

You will never guess what I'm seeing...

(09-04-2020, 09:52 AM)Madison Dyson Said: Upon seeing that even the Universal Champion is now getting in on the actions, Madison looks ecstatic!

AHAHAHAHAHA! YES!

She immediately dials GREGGO!

You will never guess what I'm seeing...

Charlie smacks Dyson in the back of the head with a steel chair. As she falls to the ground he leans in close to her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

Charlie steps over Dyson's body and makes eye contact with Sarah as she has Omega wrapped up. He grabs a handful of sand from his pocket and blows it in Sarah's eyes before walking into the obscurity of the horizon.

Obscurity being the natural home of Micheal Graves, it should come as no surprise when Graves pops up from outta nowhere, screams "GODMODE!" and blows some wicked purple mist into Charlie's eyes before vanishing into a cloud of purple mist himself.

Robbie walks into the room with an entire salami and a tranquilizer gun.

Guys, look what I found sitting around! Someone left a whole salami and a tranquilizer gun! I wonder if...

Robbie pulls the trigger on the tranquilizer gun, causing the dart to whiz past Lacklan and Main, ricochet off a peice of steel, careen past Nickles, hit an overhead light fixture, then fall and plant itself into the top of Robbie's skull.

Dang. That can't be good.

Robbie collapses. The now unloaded tranquilizer gun and full, uncut, unsliced cotto salami fall to the ground by his side. Robbie struggles to fight off the effects of the tranquilizer.

Anybody...

Five...

Second...

Ruuuuuuuuuuuuule...

Robbie points at the salami, which has rolled in sand, purple goop residue left by Graves, and whatever filth happens to be on the floor, and passes out.

Robert kicks out giving Sarah a high five.



Thanks Champ I needed that...



Robert glares in Bourbons direction speaking up



Are you kidding me?



Robbie has the downed TK's panties down trying to insert the cured meat up his ass.



Sick freak!

Robbie comes to, only to see Main playing with a pair of Robbie Bourbon and Thunder Knuckles action figures, and Main is using the signature keto meat snack that comes with the Robbie Bourbon action figure to simulate sodomy. Lacklan is tuning a banjo. Nickles is doing the Charleston. Dyson is trying to organize a game of leap frog. TK is literally an inch from his face, still talking with a mouth full of salami.

Thunder, and I know Mr. and Mrs. Knuckles are proud of you, but you're in my bubble.

Robbie backs away. Lacklan pours a whole bottle of mustard on the banjo. It's the spicy brown variety. Main is now pulling out a whole box of his dolls action figures, and now Batman, Thor missing his left arm, some generic dollar store army men, and Sesame Street's Grover are joining in and having a big massive action figure sodomy orgy, or as some would say, a sodomorgy. Dyson has begun playing with a Skip-It. Nickles has decided to go have a cigarette with the guy who invented bleach. Robbie's brow furrows.

I think I'm still on those drugs.