The XWF was hosting a house show when the arena lights suddenly go red and "The Fire" by The Roots blares out of the P.A System. After about 40 seconds, I finally step out on to stage. I am wearing dark blue jeans, a black Scully T-shirt with "Mr Untouchable" on the front in red writing and "Da end Scully has spoken" on the back. I am also wearing blue adidas trainers or sneakers as the Americans like to call em. The fans begin to boo as I look around and smirk. I slowly walk down the ramp with a cocky stride not giving a damn about the fans reaction. I stop at the bottom of the ramp and raise both my arms in the air. I do my usual taunt, by putting both thumbs down and booing the fans, which gets a louder reaction. I love it when the fans try to rain on my parade. I walk up the steps, walk along the ring apron and turn to look at the fans with a smirk across my face. I then jump over the top rope in to the ring. The ring is full of microphones, about 20 of them laid on the mat as we're probably gonna need them. I then walk over to the far turn buckle and climb to the top. I holds my hands in the air and once again put both thumbs down. The fans respond with disapproval. I then jump down and pull out a microphone which was placed under my t-shirt in my jeans. I raise the mic to my lips as my music fades out. The XWF Galaxy continue to boo me as I have to speak over them.

"That's not very nice is it? I come out here to make this shitty little house show amazing and this is the gratitude I get?"

The fans respond with jeers

"Look XWF morons, I am the best thing this lame ass house show has ever seen. You cheapskates couldn't afford to be in the crowd at Madness or Warfare, so you had to pay for the cheap shit. Well... I'm here to make it better. Ya'll should feel lucky"

The fans begin to chant "Scully Sucks... Scully Sucks... Scully Sucks" as I smirk and put my hand to my ear as they chant louder.

"How original, right?! Scully Sucks. ..Damn right I sucked all ya'll girlfriends, wife's and even ya mums titties...Some were firm, some were big and some weren't even worth sucking."

There are a few screams and cheers from the women in the audience, mixed in with the usual chorus of booing.

"Anyway the reason I'm here is to start something good. This is for anyone in the back who fancies getting some thing's off they're chest. If you want to call somebody else. Whether it's to be nice about someone or to insult someone. Hey you can even insult me."

The fans cheer with the thought of me being insulted

"The choice is yours.... Anyone in the back is welcome

It doesn't matter if you're Black, Asian or white,
It doesn't matter if your name is Aerial Knight.
It doesn't matter if you're fat or skinny,
It doesn't matter if your name is Vinnie.
It doesn't matter you're a lover or hater,
It doesn't matter if your name is Gator.

This show is called 'The Backlash' and anyone who wants to get involved, here is your opportunity...... Come on down"

Suddenly, Damage comes out from the back, with no music playing. He stops at the stage, microphone twiddling in his hands.

"Unfortunately for you Scully, I cannot face you tonight due to a minor injury I took from an altercation with Frodo, so as much as I'd like to kick that ugly british head in of yours, I can't. However, there is a reason why I'm out here. I'm not here to trash talk you, to fight you or to praise you. Management has found you a suitable opponent. This man is a champion. He is undefeated and is the bearer of the ginger wig. That's right ladies and gentlemen, your opponent for is... the XWF Heavy Metal champion... TUSH!"

sudenry de croud go wyld as tush cum out to da best song in da world, he cari da XWF heavey metel campionchip on his sholder as he wak to da ring at as slowe as posibal coz he bad ass.

he grab mikrofone be4 he get in rang.

"SCULY! IM OT HER 4 1 REESEN AN 1 RESSEN ONLY"

he pot in a pare ov shads



"to get you.. rekt!"

he start firen pawches at sculys hed, 1 after anowa

I was being hit with left and rights from Tush. I stagger towards the ropes as I'm being hit with shot after shot. I somehow manage to duck another punch and throw Tush over the ropes. I taunt a little to a hostile reaction. I then blindside Damage with a superkick who had made his way down to the ring and was stood on the apron. The fans get noisy with more booing. I gesture to Tush to bring it on who is stood outside thinking whether to come back in or not

Damage quickly gets up from the superkick and grabs the distracted Scully by the waist and hits a brutal German suplex. Kneeling down and ordering tush to grab him a microphone, which he does and he presses to his lips.

"This match will now be for the XWF Heavy Weight Championship!"

He throws the microphone into the crowd somewhere before Tush rolls back in the ring.

OOC: For the sake of this match I won't use the tush language.

As tush rolls back in the ring, we discover he has a chair! Boom! Quick chair shot to the head. Dropping the chair, tush climbs the top rope, his back turned to Scully and starts hyping up the crowd.

I shake off the cobwebs. As I'm down I look up and see Tush taunting the crowd. I put my hand down the front of my jeans. I pull out some brass knuckles and place them on my right hand without anyone seeing. As I make my way to my feet, I nail Damage right in the jaw knocking him out. Tush turns around and see's what I did as I walk towards him

Tush knows what Scully is going to do and ducks the punch...

OH NO! TUSH'S WIG CAME CLEAN OFF!

His punch clipped the top of his wig, causing it to knock off an fall on the floor. Tush tries to cover his bald head as he rolls out the ring, grabs the HM title and runs off into the crowd.

I begin laughing as I see an exposed Tush running through the crowd. I pick the wig up off the mat and put it on mocking Tush to the disapproval of the XWF Galaxy. I notice Damage coming around. I walk over to him and take my frustrations out on him by mounting on top of him. I hit him, 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 punches to head with the brass knuckles busting Damage open. Referee's and officials run down to the ring. They pull me off a helpless Damage as I taunt to a chorus of booing. The official's call for EMT's as I continue to taunt, proud of my actions.

"Tush! A grand for you to fuck my asshole. Yes?"

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

"This show is not a gay porno. Plus he's done one so I don't how he can give you a definite answer.
Here have this, thought you'd like it"

I take the ginger wig off my head and pass it to Frodo

"If you don't require a placement on my show then there's no point in me asking you a question or two is there? Ask you what, right? I would ask you if you wanted to be head of security and you could sort that shit out for me. Does that sound good to you? Management normally sort that kind of stuff out. But if you feel you can do a better job then you're more than welcome to do so"