Attention please!!!!!!  Attention please!!!!!!  Attention please!!!!!!


A pool of  the brightest of blue water, transpires and dissipates into a darker tint, as one progresses past it onward into a dark red hue (goat blood), which grows gradually , like a sliding river of molasses towards the magnificent master of the maniacal.  Your' villain, who is of course fueled by the drugs (crystal methamphetamine) he has most recently injected.  Here he sits, perched high atop a sandy mountaintop after the flow of dark red lava like liquid vanishes in a trail behind your forced progression forward.  Far off in a desert most likely in Syria somewhere he squats, and it is in this political and religious warzone where our despicable fiend of deception and ultra bad ass mega XWF superstar speaks.

Unknown Soldier:  "Sup fags!?"

Our seducer of sin steps away from a Hilary Clinton blow up doll where most certainly his own slimy sin stick had most recently been playing a game of slip and slide.  After humping the donkey faced deflating plastic looking democrat doll, he approaches to address the 66.6% of the homosexual XWF audience.  It is obvious to all, as he grows nearer, that he is decked out in his new Donald Trump t-shirt.

Unknown Soldier:  "I'm here to make an open challenge, for those whom may think they are worthy enough to stand across the ring from me in the first XWF live show .  I look forward to dining on the delicious decadence of dripping blood from whomever my great lord and master SATAN! deems worthwhile for me to feast on!" 

Then in the midst of weak fan fare, we see a new XWF rookie coming out in nothing but blue jeans and a "Hounds 4 Lyfe" shirt on. He enters the ring with sharp look on to Solider's face, then we hear moments of silence as Menos speaks.

Menos: Let me tell you something Soldier, I see you are the most feared wrestler within the place. I know for a certain fact that I will not even beat you face to face. 

Fans are chanting "Don't be a pussy" in unison, as he speaks again.

Menos: I have been wrestling people like you who think they have it all figured out, you may have the power of blood and Satan guiding you in here. I don't doubt you for one bit like El Dandy. 

Then another silent moment occurs again.

Menos: Let me put it this way, I want to fight you; but I know that I won't be superior over you and that is okay with me. The main reason why I want to fight YOU is to prove that you are just another bad rip off of WCW's Demon/Vamprio/Ganrel... I can go--

We see Solider picking up his mic to cut him off...

Shut the fuck up you gay !

Donald Trump is a hero we can all look up to. If hed been runnin things them goddamn terrorists would of been stopped before they could kill anybody

But no we got a bunch of goddamn liberal like Joey who wanna disgrace this country that my grand daddy fought for

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave                                                                                   

The lights go out and a caucophony of manic laughter echoes throughout the arena. The Xtron displays a face, vile, wretched. The crowd begins to chant: "Who let the stranger in? We did, we did." The face opens its eyes, glaring at Menos in the ring. At that moment the crowd silences, awaiting for the visage to speak.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
In whom with the stranger leaves their trust.
A passion for crimson, a thirst for blood,
It flows like a river, much like the flood.

Warm bodies shiver in bitter cold
As numb ears fall deaf to stories told.
Shadows creep and your heartbeat fades,
The stranger has you, for unending decades.

Menos, Menos, sweet prince what have you done,
To deprive the earth the light of its sun.
Solider, Solider your future looks bleak
For its your challenge the stranger doth seek.

The lights return, and the crowd is now a sea of jesters, all laughing in unison before chanting once again: "Who let the stranger in? We did, we did."

Shut up u french queer

I hate people who look different

and if u dont like it then u can leave                                                                                   

Oh Soldier... I think we know this is our time for both to say farewell.

"Who the fuck let LeDouche think he's worth enough balls to address anyone? He's a rape victim who can't win a match to save his own asshole. Literally."

All My Wins!


Hank Lane
Ezekiel
Dimallisher
caliban
Levi Storm
Michael McBride
Mandii Rider
Mastermind/Jasmine
Matt Damon
Joey Hawkins
Mark Flynn
Maria Brink
Adam Cabana
Gary, of the Mafia Men
Vincent, of the Mafia Men
Randalf, of the Mafia Men
Zak Misery
Ariel Knight
He's not really a knight
More like a walking vagina.
Michael McBride, again.
Vinnie Lane
Mastermind, again
Gator
Ezekiel, again.
Ghost Tank
Aerial Knight, twice.
Justin Sane
Jack. TP Mummy!
Steve Kesslar.
Woe
Joey Hawkins. I'm done with that bitch.
Ferrari Punk. Told ya.
Caroline O'Hara Burchill
Ally Callaway
Lane, again. That's three lanes on my list.
Ruben Mitchell. Pussy.
Shane
raYne
Goat faced bitch
CM Punk, the dickless pussy

But parting is such sweet sorrow Eli, so way fade into obscurity, when there is much more twisted delight to discover. 

And to Dim, the term is cajun. Maybe if you werent the offspring of Issac Yankem and a badger with down syndrome, you might have a chance at obtaining a GED. But since youve chimed your two cents, I propose a fatal four. You, Menos, Solider, and the stranger.

Resorting to recycled insults are we Scroto Laggins. Has originality escaped you? You are better than that. Forget my previous challenge to Menos and company. We've met on your terms, so how bout we bttle on mine? With Christmas on the horizon, I say we get frosty. You, me, a rapidly dropping temperature and a nitrogen mist. What say you?

"You want to give me another easy win over you? Show me why I should even bother caring about your challenge."

All My Wins!


Hank Lane
Ezekiel
Dimallisher
caliban
Levi Storm
Michael McBride
Mandii Rider
Mastermind/Jasmine
Matt Damon
Joey Hawkins
Mark Flynn
Maria Brink
Adam Cabana
Gary, of the Mafia Men
Vincent, of the Mafia Men
Randalf, of the Mafia Men
Zak Misery
Ariel Knight
He's not really a knight
More like a walking vagina.
Michael McBride, again.
Vinnie Lane
Mastermind, again
Gator
Ezekiel, again.
Ghost Tank
Aerial Knight, twice.
Justin Sane
Jack. TP Mummy!
Steve Kesslar.
Woe
Joey Hawkins. I'm done with that bitch.
Ferrari Punk. Told ya.
Caroline O'Hara Burchill
Ally Callaway
Lane, again. That's three lanes on my list.
Ruben Mitchell. Pussy.
Shane
raYne
Goat faced bitch
CM Punk, the dickless pussy

Because you cant pass up an oppurtunity to shut me up. My existence pisses you off so much, it distracts you in the bedroom when you attempt to make love with your tranny wife. The fact that since day one of my arrival here in XWF I've had your attention. And loss after loss, week after week I remain standing here. At first I was a toddler barely learning to walk, butafter the past two months, I studied, I learned, I honed my craft. Building a foundation I can sow the seeds of lunacy and spread my disease. So boast, brag, joke, and make light of my place here. My past is prologue, and my future shines like a diamond, shame it involves a darkness for the rest of you.

Unknown Soldier:  "Are you even fucking, the fuckity fucks of fuck kidding me !  I make a challenge and all I get is a bunch of nursery rhyme homosexual innuendo like poetry, mixed in with some borderline feminine like cryptic ass bullshit, then topped off with the typical reoccurring frodo repetitive gay jokes as he tries to make himself feel like he's ever been remotely relevant.  That goes for not only in wrestling, but also in the actual existence of his beating heart and breathing lungs in his existence in life!  Thanks for my early (christ)mas present douchebags, no need for you to wrap up that giant box of pussy you saved for me anymore just to shove up my deep hanging stockings on Santa Claus day! 

Joey Mentos --  Like a little sprinkle of soured mint on the lips hinting at the moment of bad taste, it is exactly like that sweet but yet shitty treat that exists in the one letter that is missing from that spot in your last name.  The thought of us in the ring gives me a taste of that small increment of what can only be described as licking candied puke off a set of pregnant TiT.  That hideous remembrance of aftertaste of that shit, makes me and those that know it throw up in their mouth just a bit.  You tell me and also blurt out and admit to the rest of the world that you already know you'd lose, but are for more elsewhere concerned with rehashing the past of wrestling federations far less important than that of the XWF.  Get the facts straight Ice WOman.  I didn't rip off The Brood, because I got my ideas from the best in the World Wildlife Federation.  Duh! you dumbly double dumping dickless sack of dirty dumbnuts!  Double dumping, for those of you who didn't know, is when you just go ahead and shit right on top of that other shit without caring to flush up the predecessor to the potty before you.  That's how stupid and disgustingly disastrous everything that just fell out of little joey boy here's small little pussy flap opening that he calls a mouth . No Mentos, you see, I stole my ideas from the Ministry of Darkness.  They were way more dark and super ultra bad ass then those vampire Twilight wannabe ever could be!  But since your making a general assumption about me upon your own first impressions, I'm just going to go ahead and give my gift of generalizability gab to you.  My guess is from the LOOKS of you, that you probably idolize someone who was nothing but a poor man's version of Chris Benoit.  I got an even better idea, maybe if we painted you brown and gave you a decent gimmick, then maybe the world might mistake you for the second coming of Eddie Guerrero.  Get on my level, you're nothing but a peasant serving his sire on the lower of the lowest of low men on the totem pole.

LeShakespeare -- Dim is right, this isn't some liberal yahoo hippie college English classroom.  Save your poetry for your prom date because this is a wrestling match, !  I wish I could stress that word here more than he ever could combined all the times he has used it in his entire life to make my point; however, I'm afraid as most try to point out and you yourself have suggested stupidly of your own insinuating stupidity of my fellow Donald Trump supporting friend, that's just literally literarily impossible!  If you had any shred of credibility with me, you lost it all completely when you started getting in a bidding war for who can make the gayest of gay jokes with the very absent minded little midget queer. You might as well start a fight with a toddler over whether or not Spongebob Squarepants is better than Dora the Explorer!  How could anyone fathom why you would accept my challenge and then side track for the most enormous waste of time and energy the XWF has ever seen to interrupt me!  Fuck you!  No, seriously fuck you for that!  But don't worry, as offended as I should be, you just showed me how much further down this list of XWF worth you are then even Mr. Mentos here.  Yes I think now it's best for you Mr. Stranger Danger, that you and the very, very worthless one, have a match to decide who can 'shut the other one up' by keeping both your loose flapping lips busy and shoving your mouths together and sucking whatever little brains out of each other that might exist inside your thick skulls. Why can't you just ignore his dim witted idiocy and attention whoredom by putting him in his place in a very direct and indiscrete manner like this. 

frodo --  Suck My Dick!

Fat jesus --  I'm not surprised your boner jumped up the instant I appear here, there, wherever, whenever, or anywhere practically ever.  What I am surprised to see is the vague and womanly like indecisive short response and the implication that anything you know and think that I should know would be remotely within the realms of similar fashion.  If your implying in your mysterious little one sentence ambiguous little spat that I should disappear into a distant memory of nothingness like you did then you are quite sadly mistaken.  My memory will haunt the XWF in more than one way forerever as long as the darkness of the moon continues to rise in past, present, and future.  Sorry Mrs. James, but I'm not interested in you whispering sweet nothings into my ear any longer.  Maybe it will work for your new holiday seasonal job, since your bidding 'farewell' to your old one by admission of your own words, to play (Kris) Kringle in the mall while happy children sit on your lap.  Then you dribble an ear full of deceit to them of promised presents their parents can't afford.  Get the (X)-Mas-ish innuendo I'm puttin' down, you fat bearded son of a bitch!"

"Hold the fuck up. You special needs Satanist, you. You mighta want to go relisten to what I said, and do some research into not sounding like Barney Green's asshole after Gas Station Sushi night. I didn't make a single gay joke trying to sound relvant. That was you. Multiple times, even. In fact, you whack ass failed Morbid Angel impersonator, you started the day off by trying to make some sly gay jokes. LeStrange literally lost a match where loser got ass raped. That's not a joke. He couldn't save his own ass. No joke.

Now, if you actually want to prove you're worth that oddly Ophelia like obsession you got going with Gilly, figure that joke out some time, why not fight me. If you can stick around for more than 2 months this time, Twink. Or, go back to crying about how lost your head and somehow popped back up without an explanation."

All My Wins!


Hank Lane
Ezekiel
Dimallisher
caliban
Levi Storm
Michael McBride
Mandii Rider
Mastermind/Jasmine
Matt Damon
Joey Hawkins
Mark Flynn
Maria Brink
Adam Cabana
Gary, of the Mafia Men
Vincent, of the Mafia Men
Randalf, of the Mafia Men
Zak Misery
Ariel Knight
He's not really a knight
More like a walking vagina.
Michael McBride, again.
Vinnie Lane
Mastermind, again
Gator
Ezekiel, again.
Ghost Tank
Aerial Knight, twice.
Justin Sane
Jack. TP Mummy!
Steve Kesslar.
Woe
Joey Hawkins. I'm done with that bitch.
Ferrari Punk. Told ya.
Caroline O'Hara Burchill
Ally Callaway
Lane, again. That's three lanes on my list.
Ruben Mitchell. Pussy.
Shane
raYne
Goat faced bitch
CM Punk, the dickless pussy

Mr. Solider, I am glad you are even mentioning about how I could be like a second coming of Eddie if I was painted brown; and how I am a poor man's Benoit. Hell, you don't see me kill my own family members before my big title shot right? 

Also, get a better insult than "Ice Woman"; have you lost that sense of an acid tongue that made you such an overrated hack like yourself claiming to be the man who had a phantom mask on before his pointy beard era?  

Yes, I did make a bunch of old school references about other promotions; but does that mean you need to rip off that animal federation; I really don't think XWF need another lawsuit bro. Fuck all the sheeple if you must, but keep that WWF outta your mouth.

Also, if I am so low on the totem pole, why must I "get on your level"?

He comes upon the scene, surveying the bickering going back and forth.

The strange onlookers don't even seem to notice him as he hangs his leather jacket over a chair, neatly folding it.

They don't seem stricken when he takes casual steps into the fray.

Unknown Soldier doesn't even feel the hot breath caressing the back of his neck as a firm hand rests on his shoulder.

CYREN: I've got blood and vodka, my friend. Let's make magic happen once again....

Allow my rebuttal. You worship Satan because you enjoyed getting molested by priests growing up didn't ya? Your just as queer as those goat fuckers in Syria. Go back to being unknown. 

As for you Shire Boy, what's wrong? Shivering in you little booties because you fear losing to me outside of your comfort zone. Turnabout is fair play. But it doesn't matter, pursue Unknown Solider, cuz if your in the ring with him, then who is going to stay  and protect them. 

He walks away and heads towards his truck. Before opening the door, he lights a cigarette and heaves his mass into the driver seat. Before taking off, he grins menacingly and drives off like a bat out of hell.

(12-04-2015, 07:47 AM)LeStrange Said: Allow my rebuttal. You worship Satan because you enjoyed getting molested by priests growing up didn't ya? Your just as queer as those goat fuckers in Syria. Go back to being unknown. 

As for you Shire Boy, what's wrong? Shivering in you little booties because you fear losing to me outside of your comfort zone. Turnabout is fair play. But it doesn't matter, pursue Unknown Solider, cuz if your in the ring with him, then who is going to stay  and protect them. 

He walks away and heads towards his truck. Before opening the door, he lights a cigarette and heaves his mass into the driver seat. Before taking off, he grins menacingly and drives off like a bat out of hell.

Cyren pulls out a sniper rifle from his magical pocket and pegs LeStrange in the head as he peels out of the lot, his automobile turning into a blazing inferno as it smashes into a Mickey D's.

He stumbles from the burning burger joint and lurches toward Cyren.

Besure your target has a brain before you make a decision like that.

"I love the way you talk, Soldier.  It reminds me of a child who didn't get what he asked for on Christmas morning and instead ran into his room, slammed the door, and screamed uncontrollably.  

Fat jokes?  I'm a bit surprised that's what the great and fearful Unknown Soldier came up with to attack me.  Maybe we shouldn't fight... you're right.  Once we stepped in opposing corners, you would simply fall down and weep uncontrollably because you and I both know it would be the end of you.  

So keep lurking and popping up whenever you wish to play with these little minions...

When you want to die, I'll be around..."

(12-02-2015, 12:38 AM)Unknown Soldier Said: Attention please!!!!!!  Attention please!!!!!!  Attention please!!!!!!


A pool of  the brightest of blue water, transpires and dissipates into a darker tint, as one progresses past it onward into a dark red hue (goat blood), which grows gradually , like a sliding river of molasses towards the magnificent master of the maniacal.  Your' villain, who is of course fueled by the drugs (crystal methamphetamine) he has most recently injected.  Here he sits, perched high atop a sandy mountaintop after the flow of dark red lava like liquid vanishes in a trail behind your forced progression forward.  Far off in a desert most likely in Syria somewhere he squats, and it is in this political and religious warzone where our despicable fiend of deception and ultra bad ass mega XWF superstar speaks.

Unknown Soldier:  "Sup fags!?"

Our seducer of sin steps away from a Hilary Clinton blow up doll where most certainly his own slimy sin stick had most recently been playing a game of slip and slide.  After humping the donkey faced deflating plastic looking democrat doll, he approaches to address the 66.6% of the homosexual XWF audience.  It is obvious to all, as he grows nearer, that he is decked out in his new Donald Trump t-shirt.

Unknown Soldier:  "I'm here to make an open challenge, for those whom may think they are worthy enough to stand across the ring from me in the first XWF live show .  I look forward to dining on the delicious decadence of dripping blood from whomever my great lord and master SATAN! deems worthwhile for me to feast on!" 

"Won't you look that. Another man child who just learned what curse words are who is trying to offend as many people as possible to get attention. Why? Because that's the only thing he has going for him! You think you're a game changer?"

Mike Emerick then starts bursting out laughing, after a few minutes he regains composure and says,

"Look, many people like you have come and gone over the years the XWF has been around, and very few have actually done any thing worth giving a shit about. I know in your tiny, possibly , brain you think you're something the XWF universe has never seen before, but trust me, you're not. You want to know who not only does your shtick, but does it better? This is just off the top of my head, Morbid Angel. Both him, all his copycats, and whoever came before our favorite zombie represent the worst of XWF, a bunch of edgy fuckwads who never grew out of the attitude era and have next to no in ring skill or charisma, instead doing stupid shit like you do to try and rile people up. I can pardon Morbid, however, as he is, as much as I hate to say it, an XWF legend who is currently undefeated and arguably a future Hall Of Famer. He also ripped off the dick of that Viking fuck Bijorn, so that's also pretty cool. But you, I'm tired of seeing people like you pretending to be controversial and taking up the spotlight from the real superstars, acting like you're game changers while actually being XWF's cancer. You know someone who is a game changer? M.E. I can't fight you at Back In Black, as I'm currently busy battling a dickless and cowardly "Viking Warrior", but if you want to fight M.E at X-Mas X-Treme, I think we can work something out, unless of course you're actually a chickenshit coward underneath your Hilary Clinton blow up dolls and Satanist wannabe attire, then you can just remain silent, which is probably the best for everyone's already below average I.Q! When I'm done with Bijorn, you will, one way or another, get to see first hand it's all about M......... wait for it.......... E!"

The end is nigh

Suddenly Mike Emerick's expression changes,

"Actually, I won't face you at X-Mas X-Treme. You already have enough people ready to beat you into a pool of blood, piss, and vomit, so I shouldn't even bother. Plus, as I previously said, many people like you have come and gone, and I shouldn't waste my valuable time. Now, I will face someone at X-Mas X-Treme. Who? You'll see. As for you, kid, stay out of the Apex's way,"

Mike Emerick then walks away, in thought about the person he's going to call out.

The end is nigh

The Soldier, completely devoured in his circling mind of INsanity, combined with the delusions created there by the crystal smack, turns around abruptly at the sweet nothings that Cyren has whispered into his ear.  As they slide down his eardrums and into the portion of the brain that recalls memory, his ears suddenly perk up like a dog sniffing bacon.   He says nothing, but rather turns around to stare down The Sickness himself, and with a finger where he had recently removed from his Hilary Clinton fuck toy he begins tracing around the skin directly around his lips.  Slowly he smears the slime over his upper lip and then down under the area just above his chin.  Soldier mimics the same motion like a mirror as their eyes lock with his tongue around his own lips wetting them only slightly.  He then proceeds to plant a very disturbing like furious kiss which looks more like a short face sucking session to which both members pull away from fiercely. 

Unknown Soldier:  "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Hey guys, what's going on over...

Oh my.

Robbie pulls out a bag of popcorn and sits down on a folding chair.

HEY, FELLAS, GET IN HERE, THESE DUDES ARE DOING STUFF!

Robbie looks at the camera.

What, it's only gay if balls are touching.