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Christmas Shove- It 11/21- Part 2 of 3
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With Fire in My Soul, I Return.



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12-24-2014, 11:31 AM



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Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York

Xavier Swann
vs.
Ruben A. Mitchell

Eggnog Match
Swann and Mitchell must compete in a kiddie pool full of eggnog! Winner is the person to suffocate his opponent in the eggnog.

LH Harrison & Gator
vs.
Iris Oppenheimer & Steve Davids

Tag Team Secret Santa's Match
Both teams must compete in over- sized Santa's suits! They also get to pick which weapons will be used for the Loverboy/Frodo match in their RPs!

'Loverboy' Vinnie Lane
vs.
Frodo Smackins

Secret Santa's Presents Match
Loverboy and Frodo will compete in a Falls Count Anywhere match using weapons decided by the two teams from the Secret Santa's match, along with weapons our host himself, Maverick has chosen!


Joey Styles: And we are back and rolling with the Christmas Shove- It! We've had quite a night so far, with a sneaky infiltrator, not to mention Caroline O'Hara Burchill toppling the New Breed of Beast in a Christmas- themed Haunted House match, along with Cain pulling out a close victory in that Milk and Cookies Elimination Match! But boy, do we still have a show for you...

The camera pans over to an area between the crowd and the stage, where a kiddie pool filled with eggnog is set up!

Joey Styles: ...As we have two rising stars here in the XWF about to do battle! Xavier Swann, the self- proclaimed 'Prince Perfect,' and member of the Underground, against Ruben A. Mitchell, a convict who apparently loves to fight! Let's get started!


Xavier Swann
vs.
Ruben A. Mitchell

Eggnog Match
Swann and Mitchell must compete in a kiddie pool full of eggnog! Winner is the person to suffocate his opponent in the eggnog.



Cocky by Kid Rock begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is an Eggnog Match! The only way to win is to suffocate your opponent in the eggnog! Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, standing in at six feet and two inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the 'Reflection of Perfection,' Xavier Swann!

The arena darkens as the opening chords of Kid Rock's "Cocky" echoes throughout the arena and the words "Reflection of Perfection" light up the XWF-Tron. The words "Guess Who's Back" pierces the air as smoke fills the stage and a blue spotlight bursts onto the center of the stage, showing Xavier Swann standing there with a smug look on his face and his personal security, Stan, standing just behind him. Xavier turns to face the back and throws his arms out to his sides, palms open, as pyrotechnics rain down over him. He swings around and struts over to the area with the kiddie pool. He gracefully drops down the stage area, and hops into the kiddie pool.


Blue Monday by Orgy begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: And, his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, standing in at six feet and five inches, and weighing in at two hundred and thirty- nine pounds, Ruben A. Mitchell!

The opening drum line to Orgy's cover of "Blue Monday" echos throughout the speakers as the crowd boos loudly for who's about to burst through the curtain. After it continues to ring out for a little bit, Ruben walks out through the curtain with his parole officer following him not too far behind to make sure he doesn't hurt anyone in the audience. Ruben looks around at the people jeering him with disdain and disgust as he walks toward the kiddie pool area. Quinn is giving Ruben warnings to not kill this man but Ruben is hardly listening in. Ruben hops down into the kiddie pool area while Quinn looks on. Ruben hops into the kiddie pool, giving Swann a look of unreasonable rage as the bell rings. For the fans who are unable to see the kiddie pool clearly, the X-tron flares to life, showing the kiddie pool area.

Mitchell drops Swann with a clothesline, and begins stomping away at him, and Swann isn't doing anything to stop him. It's almost as if Swann didn't show up. Mitchell picks up Swann, who is on spaghetti legs due to the amount of eggnog he swallowed while he was getting stomped on by Mitchell. Ruben drops Swann flat on his neck with a German Suplex!

Joey Styles: Lock Down! Lock Down! Swann is in big trouble right now!

Real Soviet Damage: Это бойня! This is getting out of control! What senseless violence!

Swann is barely moving in that eggnog, but it seems as though Ruben is not caring, as he puts Swann into a Prison Lock! He then proceeds to punch the shit out of Swann! Shots Fired!

The referee for this match finally intervenes after two minutes of Ruben wailing on Swann with his fists and declares this match over.

Winner: Ruben A. Mitchell


Real Soviet Damage: This man represents all of what hardcore wrestling is! How it poisons the mind of these filthy people! Черт бы побрал этого ублюдка!

Joey Styles: Regardless of what he represents, Fedor, Ruben picks up a big win over Xavier Swann! Prince Perfect has been dethroned!






LH Harrison & Gator
vs.
Iris Oppenheimer & Steve Davids

Tag Team Secret Santa's Match
Both teams must compete in over- sized Santa's suits! They also get to pick which weapons will be used for the Loverboy/Frodo match in their RPs!



Gardenia by Kyuss begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: The following contest is a Tag Team Secret Santa's Match! Both teams must be competing in over- sized Santa suits! And, there is no disqualifications! Anything and anything is available for use! Introducing first, accompanied by his cameraman, Todd Moschitti, from Manchester in the United Kingdom, standing in at six feet and four inches, weighing in at two hundred and forty- five pounds, Gator!

Gardenia by Kyuss plays as Gator wobbles out wearing his Santa suit. Todd is following Gator nearby, also wearing a Santa suit. Gator drops to one knee, and beats on his chest three times, getting back up on the third chest beat. Him and Todd start wobbling down the entrance path, though midway down the ramp, Todd loses his footing, and goes rolling around like a bowling ball! Gator facepalms as Todd stops next to the ring apron. As Todd is getting back up, Gator climbs the stair steps, and with great difficulty, steps through the ropes.


Whispers in the Dark by Skillet begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: And, his tag team partner, from Hope, Arkansas, standing in at six feet and one inch, weighing in at two hundred and twenty- five pounds, LH Harrison!

To everyone's surprise except Gator, there is no LH to be found, but instead, Todd comes clamboring up into the ring!

The Ring Announcer shoots a bewildered look at Todd, then continues.

RING ANNOUNCER: Uhhhh... LH Harrison!

Still no LH, yet Todd goes talking to the announcer.

Fed up with this, Gator goes wobbiling over to the Announcer in his fat, over- sized Santa suit, and grabs the mic.

Gator: Yeah, I meant to explain that. Listen, LH is Todd. Well, kinda. Thanks to some supernatural ghost shit or whatever, Harrison jumps from body to body now. So, he decided to inhabit Todd for this or some shit. So Davids and Iris however-the-fuck-you-pronounce-that-last-name, get the fuck down here.

Joey Styles: And we get thrown an unexpected curveball here, with LH possessing the body of Todd!

Real Soviet Damage: First we get thrown at us each of these matches have no disqualifications and no count- outs, and now we're witnessing the supernatural by seeing bodies possessed? Почему ебать разве это не запрещено?

Gator tosses the microphone back to the bewildered ring announcer, who gets back to his job.


Hello Zepp by Charlie Clouser begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: And their opponent, from London in the United Kingdom, standing in at six feet and six inches, weighing in at two hundred and seventy- five pounds... he is the reigning and defending Universal Champion! Steve Davids!

Darkness fills the arena and there is total silence. As the music picks up Steve emerges in the shadows, with one single beam of light shining down on him. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, though it is hard to take him seriously due to his Santa suit. Steve reaches the ring. He almost falls off, but not before grasping hold of the middle rope and pulling himself into the ring, and riles himself up for the match. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to the new Universal Champion. Some people are booing, some people are cheering, and others are laughing at the sight of the Psycho Sensation in an over- sized Santa suit.

Joey Styles: The Universal Champion looks game to redeem himself against Gator here tonight!

Real Soviet Damage: I cannot understand why people cheer for this man, Joey! This... this thing is a psychopath! Did you see the weapon he chose for the match between Vinnie Lane and Frodo? As if those scumfeeding, cum vacuuming street thugs duking it out wasn't bad enough, we have people like Steve Davids picking out the weapons for their match!

Joey Styles: Regardless whether or not he's a psychopath, Davids looks determined to right his wrong!


Panic! at the Disco by Nine in the Afternoon begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: And his tag team partner, hailing from Augusta, Maine, standing in at five feet and five inches, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, Iris Oppenheimer!

"Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic! at the Disco begins to play and Iris Oppenheimer bounces down to the ring. Yes, bounces. As in so wired up with enthusiasm, she can't help but jump up and down on her way to the ring.

The bell rings and both Gator and Davids who are the legal competitors, stay frozen, staring at each other. It would seem they were trying to play the intimidation game. Suddenly Gator pushes out of his corner and charges at the towering 6ft 6 figure of Davids, trying to push him into the turnbuckle and place himself in a more dominant position, but that was a mistake against someone as strong as the newly crowned Universal Champion.

A massive boot connects with the face of the masked Gator as he is launched backwards, hitting the canvas hard. Rolling into his own corner, he picks himself up with help from the ropes, knowing that he will need to come up with a game plan to take down the behemoth. Todd- Uh… LH Harrison somehow manages to lean over the ropes in his massive Santa suit and seems to talk to Gator, most likely words of encouragement, while Davids is slowly walking over for the attack.

Joey Styles: Gator must be switching up his game plan.

Real Soviet Damage: Smart. Oh wait, he’s British!

Again, propelling himself out of the turnbuckle, Gator slides between Davids Leg’s, pulling them both with him causing Davids to topple over. Quickly, Gator scrambles over the now downed body and locks in a textbook Fugiwara armbar. Wrenching back on the arm, Davids manages to get to one knee, forcing Gator to stand up to keep the hold locked in. Iris Oppenheimer, starts clapping her hands, as the crowd soon join in to will Davids to his feet. Finally he does, reversing the hold, spinning around and placing Gator in a full nelson.


Gator, tries to struggle out of the hold, put it is placed far too tight, so he drops onto the ground, his scalp smashing into the jaw of Davids. Leaping to his feet, Gator rebounds off the ropes and hits a vicious clothesline on Davids followed up by an impressive standing moonsault. Gator hooks the leg.

1…

2-

A kickout by Davids, who immediately changes the momentum, mounting the surprised Gator and pummelling hard fits into his skull. Davids makes a gesture, then slaps the hand of Iris, who climbs to the top turnbuckle. Irish whipping Gator into the ropes, Davids picks him up into a sidewalk slam, while Iris leaps off the turnbuckle, both feet planting on Gator’s chest.

1…

2-

No, Gator miraculously kicks out of that devastating tag team manoeuvre! Iris then rolls him over and starts kicking at Gator’s shins, repeatedly. Pulling at his mask, Iris brings Gator to his feet, and delivers a perfect dropkick to the chest of Gator, who falls backwards.

SLAP!

Gator managed to get the tag to Harrison after being propelled backwards from Iris’ dropkick and Harrison comes in like a house on fire! Several straight punches and forearms to Iris’ head cause her to go all groggy, as Harrison falls back onto the ropes and delivers a trademark Clothesline from Heaven, straight to the throat of Iris.

1…

2...

Broken up by Davids! LH Harrison, extremely frustrated at the breaking up of his pin, gets right up in Davids’ face as he’s trying to exit the ring when suddenly Gator runs up the ring steps onto the apron where Davids is standing, grabs the neck, delivering a massive backstabber from the apron all the way down to the concrete floor, the Santa outfits taking the bulk of the damage.

Joey Styles: OH MY GAAADDD!

Real Soviet Damage: What ignorant and reckless behaviour. Who the fuck would do that?

Harrison smirks, but this immediately changes as soon as Iris wraps her arm around Harrison’s neck and delivers an inverted DDT as Harrison’s hat flies off. Then she climbs to the top turnbuckle again. She slowly turns around… moonsault-

No! LH Harrison has caught her in mid-air and has Iris in the fireman’s carry! Could this be the A Place From Hope? No! Davids smashes a glass bauble onto the head of Harrison and he’s busted wide open! Harrison slumps down to his knees as Iris rolls off of his shoulders and tags out to Davids who grabs Harrison by the roots of his hair, planting him face first on the ground, grinding his bloodied face against the baubles.

Joey Styles: They are truly taking it to the extreme here, Fedor.

Real Soviet Damage: If by “taking it to the extreme” you mean wrestling without technique or skill, then yes, they truly are. Fucking pathetic.

But here comes Gator! Gator, sprints to the rescue of his partner, pulling down his Santa Hat so Davids can’t see, before delivering his trademark Snapback, the neckbreaker onto the knee. LH Harrison, slowly gets up to his feet, before grabbing Davids and throwing him out of the ring over the top rope to the outside.

Gator on the other hand, is currently brawling with Iris on the apron, but Iris is gaining the upper hand, targeting Gator’s shins with some stiff kicks. Iris then locks in an armbar, wrenching the arm back and following up with a calf kick, sending Gator back over the rope and into the ring again.

Joey Styles: Stiff strikes from Iris here.

Real Soviet Damage: Yeah, very stiff. Very stiff indeed.

Joey Styles: You okay, Fedor?

Real Soviet Damage: Yeah, just describing how I’m feeling after watching that ass in a Santa costume.

Iris quickly gets back into the ring, planting Gator down on the ground with a DDT. Noticing that her tag partner is in trouble, as the camera pans to LH Harrison strangling Davids with the monitor cable, she quickly gets to the top rope. Iris waits until she has a clear shot, before leaping off and hitting a missile dropkick to the back of LH Harrison, who is sent fat Santa belly first into the announcer table, before ricocheting off.

Joey Styles: Great aerial skills from Iris here!

Real Soviet Damage: WATCH WHERE YOU FUCKING DROPKICK YOU BITC-

They are cut off as out of nowhere, Gator jumps through the ropes, hitting a suicide dive onto Iris, who falls over the table and into an empty announcer chair. Damage has to move to avoid the enormous costume, practically throwing himself off of his chair, while Gator and Harrison are ganging up on Davids, who held off for as long as he could, until Harrison catches him with a punch off guard.

Gator kicks Davids in the gut, before hoisting him up into the air…

DISASTER DROP ONTO THE ANNOUNCER TABLE!

Joey Styles: OH MY GAAD!! But the table isn’t broken!

Real Soviet Damage: No, Joey! Look up at Harrison!

LH Harrison is perched on the top turnbuckle, his back facing Davids. He takes a deep breath, before letting his body drop backwards slightly, then bend his legs and push off! Gator, rolls out of the way!

MOONSAULT THROUGH THE TABLE BY HARRISON!

Joey Styles: OH MY GAAAAAA-

Real Soviet Damage: We fucking get it Joey!

But Harrison connected with nothing but the table… because Davids managed to roll off! Gator realises that this isn’t a tag match anymore, but a handicap match. Especially as Iris has picked herself up and is walking towards Gator.

Suddenly Gator spears Davids down onto the concrete and then rushes towards Iris, who he lifts up for a spinebuster, but she catches him with a DDT onto a television monitor that came off when the table exploded, which is exactly what the monitor did. Sparks fly out as Gator has a fit on the floor, clutching his burnt face.

Iris gives Davids the nod as Davids reaches inside his Santa costume and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Davids mounts the downed Gator and begins slamming the handcuffs against Gator’s head, until blood starts seeping from the eye holes in his mask. Then Davids drags Gator over to the ring post, where he wraps the handcuffs around the ringpost and rope before clamping it on Gator’s hands.

Joey Styles: Can he do that?! He can’t do that!

Real Soviet Damage: It’s clever.

Joey Styles: Orlov I have to say that that may be the first time you have described a foreign object as clever.

Real Soviet Damage: I may not like it, but it’s clever, so shut the fuck up and watch.

Davids then picks up the lifeless body of LH Harrison and pushes him into the ring, where Iris Oppenheimer is sat perched on the top turnbuckle, ready to strike. Davids then places Harrison in a perfect position in the ring for Iris to land on. MY BODY AS A SHIELD! Imploding 450 splash onto the KO’d Harrison.

Davids circles Harrison, before picking him up by his throat and dragging him to his feet. Davids’ cold, harsh, icy eyes find a screaming Gator, who’s trying to escape and help his partner out. Hold on, what has Davids got in his hand, a bag of thumbtacks?! He begins pouring them onto the floor, his hand still wrapped around Harrison’s throat.

Davids drags him to the turnbuckle, placing him ontop, he then steps on the apron and climbs in front of where Harrison is sat. He’s got both arms in a double underhook, lifting him up… SUPER GAME OVER! A GAME OVER FROM THE TOP ROPE ONTO THUMBTACKS! Harrison’s entire head is bleeding, thumbtacks embedded in his scalp. Davids slides in and finally makes the cover.

1…

2…

3!

Winners: Steve Davids and Iris Oppenheimer

As soon as the ref's hand hit three, a blue mist exited the body of Todd, leaving him convulsing from all the pain.

Joey Styles: Oh my God, I think Todd is dying! We need EMT's out there!

Real Soviet Damage: See, now this is why hardcore wrestling should be banned! Crap like this!

Gator finally escapes the prison Davids put him in, and kneels down beside Todd. EMT's are swarming the ring to get Todd out, but Gator won't leave his side.






'Loverboy' Vinnie Lane
vs.
Frodo Smackins

Secret Santa's Presents Match
Loverboy and Frodo will compete in a Falls Count Anywhere match using weapons decided by the two teams from the Secret Santa's match, along with weapons our host himself, Maverick has chosen!


Outside the ring, we can see a candy cane fashioned into a shiv, a Bo staff, a reindeer antler, some crushed barbels, a barbed wired 2x4, and a fruitcake all suspended. If they were in the ring, they'd be suspended six feet and five inches above it. The only weapons not suspended are a bowling ball, a trampoline, two snow forts, and a bunch of snowballs stayed cool by having a large fan blowing on them.


I Wanna Rock by Twisted Sisters begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: The following match up is for one fall, and it is the Secret Santa's Presents Match! This match is a Falls Count Anywhere Match, with weapons decided by the competitors from the Secret Santa's Match! Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida, standing in at six feet and three inches, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the Rock and Roll Megastar, 'Loverboy' Vinnie Lane!

The high pitched wail of Dee Snider pierces the air as the Twisted Sister classic pumps through the PA system. As two big pyro towers shoot off on either side of the stage, "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane spins out of the entrance ramp, wearing his favorite t-shirt, a cutoff Faster Pussycat screen print, long silver tights and shining silver boots. The crowd pops as Loverboy struts down the aisle,strumming the air guitar and leaping into the air with a jumping split. As he hops onto the ring apron, he swings around, facing the crowd, and pumps his fist along to the music, singing along and inciting the crowd to do so as well.


Untouchable by Ytcracker begins to play


RING ANNOUNCER: And his opponent, from Clawson, Michigan, standing in at five feet and six inches, and weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds, Frodo Swagkins!

Frodo walks down to the ring accompanied by his two kids, Joseph-Gordon, and Katie, and managers Crack, and Mrs. Frodo Smackins, Sarah. As Frodo walks down he waves at the crowd as if he were royalty. Once in the ring he removes his hoodie, hands it to Katie and climbs the turnbuckles pumping the crowd up.They seem unimpressed, so Katie just shoots them a smile.

The bell rings, and Loverboy easily begins to overpower the much smaller Frodo, but Frodo fights back, sending in a gut punch to Vinnie, mixed in with a smack to the face once in a while. Frodo quickly gains control with a flick of the wrist right to Loverboy's jewels. Loverboy goes down to his knees, enabling Frodo to plant Loverboy's head to the mat with a Spike DDT.

Frodo continues to stay in control by giving Loverboy a leg drop. Frodo gets back up... another leg drop! Frodo gets up once more.... another leg drop!

Denied! Frodo lands ass- first as Loverboy moves out of the way! Lane gives Frodo a volley of stomps before rolling out of the ring and snagging a weapon off of the poles that extend the weaponry of choice. Loverboy gets... the candy cane fashioned into a shiv! Despite having to jump and climb to get it, Loverboy now has possession of the first weapon about to be used in this contest!

Joey Styles: Looks like Loverboy is about to take things to the extreme here!

Real Soviet Damage: Yeah, real extreme alright. Just stabbing a shiv right at Frodo and hoping it kills him. What crude violence!

Loverboy hops back into the ring, and points the shiv at Frodo, who is getting back up. Frodo backs away from the shiv, his arms up, until he gets to the ropes. Lane starts slashing at Frodo with the shiv. Frodo rolls under Lane's legs and kicks him right in the ass, sending him crashing to the outside, right into one of the snow forts!

Joey Styles is laughing his ass off, while Real Soviet Damage looks on unamused.

Joey Styles: Haha- *coughes*. Okay, back to the action. It seems as though Lane is ditching the shiv, and is taking to throwing the snowballs at Frodo as he makes his way outside!

Real Soviet Damage: Oh gee, more ways to see some more senseless violence! I wonder what Maverick put inside the snowballs! His shit, perhaps?

Maverick made his way over to the commentary section with his chair, set up the chair, sat down and put on his headset, seemingly joining the commentary team for this match. With a toothy grin, he said, "Shane 's shit."

Meanwhile, Frodo is going full- on Rambo mode, dodging each of the snow- covered Shane's shitballs. Frodo takes cover right behind the other snow fort, taking a breather. All of a sudden, Lane lobes an arcing shitball, and it hits! Half of Frodo's face is now a mixture of snow and Shane 's shit!

Frodo looks incredibly pissed off now! He hops out of the safety of the snowfort, and goes charging at Loverboy, almost as if Frodo was Peter Gilmour and Loverboy was an all- you- can- eat chicken parm buffet! Frodo tackles Loverboy with a Lou Thesz, and starts wailing on him with clubbing blows!

While Loverboy is out, Frodo motions for Loverboy to get up. Loverboy starts stirring, and pulls himself up with the assistance of the barricade. Frodo charges forward, and hits...

Joey Styles: GILMOUR CUTTER! A Gilmour Cutter from Frodo!

Real Soviet Damage: To be honest, I'm surprised from Frodo. That подонок is actually wrestling an actual, wholesome match! I thought roles would have been reversed here, and Lane would be wrestling the wholesome match, and Frodo would be going weapon- heavy! Maverick! You're the General Manager here! Explain this!

Maverick simply shrugged and said, "Eh, Frodo does what Frodo wants, I guess."

While Damage is going bat- shit confused at this match currently, Frodo is going for the pin.

1.....







2.......






"And an emphatic kick out by Loverpussy. Goes to show you that taking a page out of Peter Gilmour's playbook gets you nowhere."

Frodo curses, then motions for the Rock and Roll Megastar to get back up. Loverboy warily gets back to his feet. lolnope (Flying Superman Punch) by Frodo! Reversed! Loverboy grabbed Frodo's arm just as it was about to make contact, and threw Frodo with an Arm Drag, sending him into more of the shitballs, the trampoline looming right behind.

Loverboy hops up and grabs the fruitcake, as the Sultan of the Shorties gets back up. Lane chucks the fruitcake at Frodo! No! Frodo ducks the fruitcake! IT BOUNCES OFF THE TRAMPOLINE AND HITS LOVERBOY SQUARE IN THE FACE!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!

"Ouch, that's gonna hurt. Especially since we conveniently forgot to mention that the fruitcake has razors inside."

Maverick's words seem to be telling the truth, as a deep cut is now present on the face of Vinnie Lane.

Joey Styles: Loverboy is now gushing blood like an unattended garden hose, all thanks to the cunning of the Violator! Lane is in trouble as the Christmas Shove- It rolls on, live!

Real Soviet Damage: Look at this! We saw something like this last match! Maverick, I must ask you, why do you sanction such... such garbage wrestling matches?

"Well you see, Damage, I like to see this show as a means to an end for a lot of rivalries, this one being the crown jewel of them. Frodo has been haunting Loverboy for weeks now, and I knew a simple one on one contest wouldn't be doing the trick here."

Meanwhile, Frodo is taking advantage of the situation, and hops onto the top rope. He waits patiently for Vinnie to get back up..... Frodo sprints along the apron and delivers a Phoenixrana to Vinnie Lane! Cover by Frodo!

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2...........







Joey Styles: And Loverboy continues to stay alive in this contest with that kickout!

Frodo takes a deep breath, and tries to calm down. He waits Vinnie once more to get up... only Vinnie isn't getting up. Once Frodo goes over to the unconscious Vinnie, the Rock and Roll Megastar puts Frodo into a Small Package! It seems as though Vinnie Lane was playing possum!


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2...............







Real Soviet Damage: And it seems as though that crappy weapons- heavy wrestler, Vinnie Lane, isn't getting the victory so quickly!

The two get back up, crouched, and lock eyes. A throat thrust from Swagkins! European Uppercut from Lane! Back and forth in an exciting contest! The two get back up, Lane delivering Double Axe Handles, while Frodo throws some gut punches Lane's way, both men unable to see clearly, Frodo due to Shane 's shit, and Loverboy due to the excess amount of blood pouring down his face.

Frodo gains the advantage once more with another flick of the wrist straight to Loverboy's balls. Loverboy drops to his knees, allowing Frodo to run and bounce off the trampoline, hitting the lolnope!

Joey Styles: What an amazing contest! Both men are down!

Frodo crawls over to the fallen Vinnie, and collapses as he lays an arm over Vinnie's shoulders, as the ref counts.

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2................







Thr- NO! He kicked out! He kicked out!


Frodo is obviously pissed now, as he is pounding on the ground, before calming himself down. He's sizing up Lane.... Lane gets to his knees.... Lane is now on both knees- AS FRODO CHARGES FORWARD WITH A SHAOYUKEN- NO! Lane reversed it, catching Frodo before that Shaoyuken was about to connect! Lane flips Frodo over, then puts him in a Tombstone Piledriver position, only reversed... HEARTBREAKER (Styles Clash)! This is turning into an all- out war zone right now!

Lane goes underneath the ring, and pulls out... a table! It even comes jam- packed with a bow!

Lane rips off the bow, sets up the table, then places Frodo onto it. Loverboy hops back into the ring, runs off the ropes, then dives out of the ring, doing a senton in mid- air! IT'S REVERSED! Frodo dodged, sending Lane going straight through a table!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOOOOOD!

Lane is out! Frodo can easily take advantage here, but both men seem to be out! That reversal might have been all Frodo had left! Both men are lying limply... until Lane sits up! And now Frodo sits up! Frodo crawls over to the ring apron and pulls himself up! Lane starts kneeling! Frodo charges straight at Lane's face and hits the Hadouken! Lane is out of it! Frodo sits back down, and wipes the shit off of his face.

"Hey, Frodo! You , you have to go for the cover!"

Frodo looks at Maverick and makes a throat- slitting gesture, then hooks up the legs of Vinnie Lane. The ref hops down, and starts making the count.


One...

Joey Styles: And it looks like Frodo has got this one in the bag! Wait, Damage, where are you going!

Damage is wheeling himself towards Frodo!

Real Soviet Damage: I'm stopping this senseless madness! While I may not like the weapon- heavy antics of Vinnie Lane, the XWF does not deserve seeing a person like Frodo Swagkins come out on top!

Two...


Damage is wheeling himself head- on towards Frodo...




Thr- DENIED! Damage pulls Frodo off of Vinnie Lane and gives Frodo a kick to the balls! Frodo slinks forward, out of it, as Damage wheels towards Loverboy, slapping him awake. Lane gets back up and seems angry with Damage for slapping him, though that anger is diminished as soon as Damage points to the unconscious Frodo.

Lane, catching on, picks up Frodo. Black Label Driver! Lane with a Black Label Driver, spiking Frodo's head to the mat! Lane hooks the leg, and the ref has no choice but to count, as Damage rolls away up the entrance ramp.



One....










Two..........




Joey Styles: No, not like this! Frodo had that match won, dammit!






Three!

Winner: 'Loverboy' Vinnie Lane






Maverick hops off of his chair, and head towards the ring, calling for a microphone, one of the production members obliging, tossing Maverick the mic.

"Well, well, well, what a match that was! Fans, it is just about that time here! We're going to be taking a short, thirty- minute break, in order to heal all the wounds inflicted to the superstars in their matches, and also, to get them to where they have to be next, because, when Christmas Shove- It comes back, it will be time for the MAIN EVENT!"

Christmas Shove- It fades to commercial as the fans go ecstatic.

1x Hart Champion
1x Tag Team Champion
1x Xtreme Champion
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#2
12-25-2014, 09:16 AM

Since I decided to start at the bottom of the Asylum and work my way up, would someone more of a challenge in that little group of freaks like to try and stop me and the Underground from wiping you out of existence?

Should I step up the level of competition with Lucius Fyre or that dude with the cat head?

I know Ghost Tank won't face me one on one, so who will?

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#3
12-25-2014, 09:39 AM

"Yeah I think I'll take that Underwood ."

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