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Relentless, Day 1
Author Message
Kirk MacClay Offline
Former XWF Management



XWF FanBase:
Teens, some men, few kids

(booed by casual fans; hurts people; often angry)


#1
07-31-2015, 08:02 PM






Date: July 31, 2015
Arena: Staples Center
City: Los Angeles, California



As the theme song of the Night One plays, Kirk MacClay is shown in the ring as a chorus of boos rain down on him. He smirks and brings a microphone to his mouth.

“Welcome to the XWF’s premier event, RELENTLESS!”

The crowd goes nuts at this.

“Tonight you will see two title defenses, a man’s wife put on the line, an elimination tables match, and two young up-and-comers go at it! But before we get into the festivities of the Superbowl of the XWF, let’s look at what’s next.”

A hush seems to come over the already raucous crowd.

“It’s time to unveil the next PPV event. It’s one you’re all familiar with. The next PPV is…”

Jim Ross: “You could hear a pin drop in this arena.”

“…WAR GAMES!”

The crowd are on their feet! They’re going nuts for the news of War Games!

“The next PPV is War Games. Have a good night and enjoy the show.”






As we return from commercials, all three men are in the ring.


Cain
- vs -
Nico LaVey
- vs -
The Phantom
Elimination Tables Match



Justin Roberts: “LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WE HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED THAT THIS MATCH HAS BEEN CHANGED TO A ‘CATCH THE ORANGUTAN’ MATCH! Introducing next, standing 4’3, weighing in at 107lbs… LOLA THE ORANGUTANNNNN!"


The adorable little scamp waddles down the ring and rolls in under the rope.

The bell rings and we’re off!

Lola starts frantically running around the ring waving her arms in a panicked state. Nico acts first!

He lunges!

Lola ducks underneath him and grabs a hold of his dick and balls! Oh no! She starts swinging him around by the genitals until a loud rip is heard and blood squirts everywhere!

The fans shriek in disgust as Nico goes flying out of the ring while Lola triumphantly holds his tiny prick in her outstretched arms.

Cain and Phantom nod to each other and each circle Lola. Lola blows Phantom a kiss, drawing him in with a lunge!



Lola grabs him by the collar and starts spinning him around!


Cain jumps in to try to take advantage of the situation but Lola, with the strength of 50 orangutans, wallops Cain with the lifeless body of Phantom! Again! Again! Lola is absolutely beating the shit out of Cain while using Phantom’s motionless body as a weapon. Bloodied, embarrassed, and generally worthless, Cain attempts to crawl away on his hands and knees.

BUT LOLA HAS OTHER PLANS

Lola winds up and jams Phantoms head right up Cain’s asshole! This is like a scene from Human Centipede! Cain and Phantom attempt to dislodge Phantom’s head from Cain’s gaping asshole to no avail. Lola grabs Nico’s detached penis and jams that up Phantom’s asshole! Phantom collapses as Cain whimpers like a little bitch.

Then Lola shits in Cain’s mouth.

She waddles away triumphantly as the fans all chant:

“YOU GUYS SUCK!”

“YOU GUYS SUCK!”




A teenage girl in incredibly short jean shorts, with a black tank top covering her torso, and a jean jacket on top of her shirt, walks over to Robbie Bourbon as if trying to seduce him. She leans in close, places her hand on his thigh, and runs it up as she whispers in his ear. The lines of her bright yellow thong ride up as she leans into the big man.

Girl:He's coming for you. He said if I don't tell you, he will murder my parents in front of me before raping me to death.

She turns and walks away, shaking her ass in Bourbon's vision as she does.




As we return Ethan Bird is already in the ring pulling at his hair.

"Betrayal of Fate" by Goukisan plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing his opponent, from Westwood, California, weighing in at 219 lbs... CHRISTOPHERRRR ISSLESSSSSS!"

The arena dims a little while lights begin to flicker on and off randomly and "Betrayal of Fate" by Goukisan can be heard through the speakers. The crowd cheers for the men to enter through the curtain as smoke begins to rise from the entrance ramp. After ten seconds, Christopher and Dustin jump through the curtain, which gets the crowd cheering even louder. Christopher and Dustin look out to the crowd and smile, showcasing their teeth in the process. As Chris walks to the ring, Dustin pumps the crowd up by throwing up his arms and yelling "Come on! You can go louder!" every now and again to get them to cheer louder than they were, just to psyche up his friend/client for the match. He slaps the hands of the fans that have them outstretched. Not wanting to miss out on this, Dustin slaps a few hands on Chris' behalf. Chris slides into the ring and climbs on top of the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out to that side of the crowd and raises his left arm as high as he can, contorting his fingers to make a rock and roll sign. Dustin and the crowd respond by clapping, whistling, who knows what else. After a few seconds of showing off his hand, he lowers his arm and hops off the turnbuckle. He rests at the corner he just hopped off from, waiting for the bell to ring.


Ethan Bird
- vs -
Christopher Isles
X-Treme Rules Match



The bell rings, and Ethan rushes Isles, who sidesteps with ease. The fat man hits the ropes, and rebounds, like C.Diff! He charges at Isles again, but Isles ducks and punches the fat man in the knee. He goes down, and Isles casually strolls over. Ethan begins to get to his feet, only to be sent back down with an elbow to the nape of the neck. Christopher turns around as Bird twitches, he sees Dustin in the corner giving him the thumbs up. He takes this a sign and grabs Bird by the beard, and drags him to the edge of the ring, before placing his head dangling off the edge. Isles walks out of the ring, and to the announcer's table.

Jim Ross: "What is he doing?"

Bobby Heenan: "Standing right next to you JR!"

Jim Ross: "Shut up, Brain"

Isles grabs a mic from the announcer's table, and drags it over to the ring where he begins to wrap the cord around Bird's throat. He tightens it until Bird starts grasping for the wire, and wheezing. Not giving a shit, Isles takes the microphone in his hand, and begins to swing it like a whip and smack Bird in the head with it. Bird is busted open and bleeding. Isles stops whipping, and drops the mic. Bird begins to untangle himself, until Isles pulls the wire on the opposite end. He's pulling the entire wire and Mic over towards the PA system. Tightening it again as he teased at releasing Bird.

Bobby Heenan: "That's just mean, right JR? Oh yeah, he took your mic."

Isles releases the wire again, and goes to dig around under the ring. He pulls something out. It's a guitar.

Bobby Heenan: "Is that a Stratocaster prototype?"

Isles examines it, he strums it a little, and then proceeds to bash Bird with it. Right in the head like he was El Kabong or something. Ethan's head is now dripping the Crimson Love at a rapid rate. The body of the guitar snaps, and Christopher is left holding just a neck. He looks down at the neck, and then climbs into the ring. Ethan Bird manages to get to his feet and face Isles. Mistake! Isles hits him in the throat with the neck of the Guitar. Ethan stumbles back, and grabs the neck of the guitar. Taking it with him as he falls.

Christopher just shrugs, and steps outside of the ring again. He begins digging under the ring, and comes back with a brown paper back with riding on it. The bag says "Don't touch, property of" with the rest smudged and unable to be read. Isles looks inside, closes it back up and turns to Dustin. He makes a gagging face, and walks over to the collapsed body of Ethan Bird before dumping the contents of the bag on Ethan Bird's face. It's liquidy shit! Christopher Isles has just dumped a bag full of feces on the face of the Homeless God! He then goes back out of the ring, and to the announcer's table before grabbing the Fire Extinguisher sitting next to Bobby Heenan. Isles walks back into the ring and begins to spray the contents over the body of Bird until it runs out. He then takes the canister and bashes Bird in the face with it. Once. Twice. Three times. Bird is not moving at this point, and Isles seems satisfied. He throws the empty tube to the ground, and rolls Bird up for a small package pin. The ref slides in place to count it.

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2


3

Justin Roberts: "And the winner issssssss.... CHRISTOPHERRRRRR ISSSSSLLLLLEESSSSSSS!"

Christopher celebrates in the ring as he grabs a microphone.

"Hey brah, I don't care if it's Robbie or Game Girl. Just know one thing. I'm coming for that title, brah."

Isles puts down the microphone as he climbs the turnbuckle to celebrate.



"AHHHHHHHH!"

The scream is heard before anyone is even seen. The cameraman scrambles to find the location to see TJ Wallace holding his arm in pain. Thunderbolt X is there and is trying to touch the arm, but TJ is shaking him away. Kirk walks into the scene with a shocked expression on his face. He clenches his fists in anger.

"What the hell happened?"

"That shitfalcon Maverick attacked me!"

Kirk sees this and a smirk crosses his face.

"Are you going to be able to wrestle?"

"Yeah *wince* yeah! I'm good to go."

"Oh no, no. You look injured. I don't think the doctors will allow you to enter the match in your condition. In fact, why don't you have the night off."

TJ looks irate! He stands up and yells at Kirk.

"Look, I want to fight! I can do it."

Kirk smirks and punches TJ's injured shoulder making him fall to the floor with a face of pain.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Looks like siding with Lane has really brought you up in the world. So much for that comeback."

Kirk laughs as he turns away and exits the room while TJ glares at him.





"Brock Lesnar's Theme" plays


Justin Roberts: "The following contest is a submission match! Introducing first from Suplex City, South Dakota, weighing in at 295 lbs... BRRRRRRRRRROCK LESNARRRRRRRRR!"

Brock comes out snorting, pumping himself up, and grinning eerily towards the ring. Paul Heyman is smiling behind him as his talent paces left and right. Brock pumps his arms and pyro goes off. They storm to the ring as Brock looks hellbent on kicking some ass. He leaps to the apron as the pyro on the turnbuckles go off. He climbs into the ring as Heyman slowly comes up the stairs. He is awaiting his next victim with piercing black eyes.

"Rockstar" by Nickelback plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing his opponent from Waco, Texas, weighing in at 260 lbs... THE DIMALLLLLLIIISHERRRRRR!"

Dim comes out looking grumpy and pissed off at the world. He gets into the ring and yells at the crowd before pounding his chest and throwing his head around.


Brock Lesnar
- vs -
Dim
Submission Match
If Dim wins, he gets a night with Brock’s wife.
Brock can name his own stipulation if he wins.



DING!

DING!

DING!


The stadium goes silent as the two behemoths lock eyes.

Brock Lesnar. The Conqueror.

The Dimallisher. The Professer of Insanety.

A mutual respect for each other's strength can be seen in both of their eyes as they circle around the ring, finally meeting in the middle for a test of strength, via a collar- and- elbow tie- up.

Bobby Heenan: "Oh shit! Are you pumped up for this match, JR? I know I am!"

Jim Ross: "Yer damned right, Brain! Two of the biggest, strongest competitors are meeting right now, and we're about to find out who the better one is!"

With Dim's strength, he's barely able to overpower Lesnar, as he pushes him into the corner, though Lesnar, a man of superior technical skill, manages to reverse the push and shoves Dim into the corner. Not wanting to let Dim rebound and get himself out of the corner, Lesnar begins sending shoulder thrusts right into Dim's gut. The crowd counts with each shoulder thrust.

1!


2!


3!


4!


5!

Jim Ross: "Good Lord! No matter how many times Ah see him, Ah'm just blown away by Lesnar's strength and skill!"

Bobby Heenan: "They don't call Lesnar the Conqueror for nothing! Dim is finally being demolished!"

After the shoulder thrusts, Lesnar threw- yes, threw Dim into the center of the ring. Taking advantage of Dim's downed state, Lesnar quickly applied on a Camel Clutch.

Dim is rabidly trying to get out, scratching and clawing on the mat, vying for the ropes, which only results in Lesnar tightening the hold.

Bobby Heenan: "Oh shit, JR! This match might have an early finish!"

Jim Ross: "Then you obviously don't see Dim starting to power out!"

Bobby Heenan: "Wait, what?!"

Dim begins to hook his arms into Lesnar's legs, despite Lesnar continuing to apply more pressure into the Camel Clutch! Dim is starting to kneel now! He's one one leg! Now both! He has Lesnar right on top of his back-- AND HE SLAMS HIMSELF AND LESNAR TO THE MAT!

Jim Ross: "Good Gawd! Dim might have just broken himself and Lesnar in half!"

Lesnar starts to crawl to the ropes as he is the first to get back to his feet.

Dim is now starting to get up himself, and is now in a kneeling position. Lesnar moves towards Dim and strikes his cranium--

OH MY GOD! HE'S UP! Dim is shrugging off Lesnar's blows like nobody's business as he returns to a standing position! Lesnar cannot believe it!

Lesnar attempts another strike- NO! Dim deflects it as he gives a direct headbutt, right between Lesnar's eyes! Lesnar stumbles back to the ropes, as Dim gives Lesnar an Irish Whip to the other side, followed by a massive shoulder tackle!

Jim Ross: "And just like that, the Dimallisher is right back in the match! I can't believe it, Brain!"

Bobby Heenan: "Hey, JR, I think he might have learned that trick from his fellow white power supremacist, Hulk Hogan!"

Dim rushes towards the ropes and rebounds off of it, and approaches the downed Lesnar as Dim-- DELIVERS AN ATOMIC LEG DROP?!

NO! Lesnar was playing possum! He moved out of the way as Dim lands on the mat ass- first! But he recovers quickly, as Lesnar attempts to kick his lights out, but Dim grabs Lesnar's ankle!

Jim Ross: "Is Dim gonna put Lesnar in an ankle lock? If so, we might have a winner! We both know that a big man's greatest weakness is his legs!"

Bobby Heenan: "Well, JR, maybe you should pay more attention to the match, otherwise you'd know Dim is trying to do something else!"

Jim Ross: "What else could DIm be tryin' to d- OH MY GAWD!"

Dim is now right on top of Lesnar's thighs, right below his ass cheeks. He separates them apart! He raises his fist!

The fans are chanting: "FIST HIM! FIST HIM! FIST HIM!"

BUT NO! Lesnar desperately throws an elbow, shooing Dim away from his ass. Both Dim and Lesnar pop right back up to their feet, not wanting to let the other side gain control.

Lesnar rushes in, and hoists Dim onto his shoulders! An F5 already? NO! Dim hops off of Lesnar's shoulders at the last second!

Dim rushes towards the ropes as Lesnar turns around. Dim rebounds off the ropes and heads straight for Lesnar- DIMOLISHMENT (Big Boot)!

NO! Lesnar ducks underneath that! Dim turns around, only for Lesnar to go behind Dim! Lesnar grabs Dim by the waist!

German Suplex! Lesnar sets Dim up for one- NO! Dim reverses it! He delivers a German Suplex to Lesnar!

Now it's Dim who's attempting to give a German Suplex to Lesnar- nope! Lesnar keeps elbowing Dim's cranium until he releases his grip.

Dim and Lesnar retreat to their exact same corners they started the match in, ready to strike.

All of a sudden, Dim charges forward, ready to hit the Dimolishment!

Jim Ross: "IT HITS! The Dimolishment hits! And Lesnar is out of it!"

Bobby Heenan: "This is bad for Lesnar, JR! Now Dim can apply a free submission hold!"

Dim drags Lesnar's carcass to the center of the ring, his gut facing the mat. Dim begins to untie his shoe...

Jim Ross: "No. No. Please don't tell me he's gonna do what Ah think he's gonna do..."

Bobby Heenan: "It's gonna happen, JR! Brock is gonna know pain!"

Dim removes his shoe, and looks at Lesnar's downed form. He mutters a few prayers, then he cuts a hole around Lesnar's asshole, using random, materialized scissors. Then, he picks up the boot... AND HE INSERTS IT INTO LESNAR'S ASSHOLE!

Jim Ross: "OH MY GAWD!"

But Lesnar is unconscious! He can't tap out!

The referee goes to Lesnar's side, and picks up his hand.

It drops.

The referee picks up Lesnar's hand once more.

Once again, it drops.

For the third time, the referee picks up Lesnar's hand.

And it drops for the third time, as the bell rings.

Bobby Heenan: "I think that was one of the most gruesome ends to any match I have ever saw."

After the bell, Dim goes out of the ring and sees Rena Lesnar sitting at ringside. He smiles as he grabs her by the wrist and pulls her up on his shoulder. She begins banging on his back as he takes her up the ramp. Brock is still out cold from the beating. Dim turns around and licks his lips with a smile as the camera fades to black.





"Pocketful of Sunshine" by Natasha Bedingford plays


Justin Roberts: "The following is a Championship Scramble match for the XWF HART CHAMPIONSHIP! In order to win, that person must hold the final pinfall or submission when the 20 minute time limit is over. Introducing first from Aberdeen, Scotland, weighing in at 130 lbs... GINGERRRRRRR SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPS!"

Ginger bounces down to the ring as the song plays. She waves to the fans and blows kisses.


"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing next from Battle Creek, Michigan, weighing in at 220 lbs... MAVVVVVERRRRICCKKKKK!"

Symphony of Destruction starts to play, and smoke pours into the arena, giving an ominous feeling. Maverick comes out, taunting the crowd every step of the way. After Maverick hops into the ring, he relaxes on a turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start, going on a turnbuckle.


"Sick Like Me" by In This Moment plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing next from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 260 lbs... he is the most EXXXXXXXXXXXTREMMMMMMEEEE man in the XWF... PETERRRRR GILMOURRRRRR!"

The lights in the arena dim, then go to full black. We then hear the eerie sounds of a bell being tolled and then an explosion of fire emitting from the entrance ramp. The beginning of SICK LIKE ME by IN THIS MOMENT begins as the heavy guitar riffs kick in and red strobes dance around the stage. As soon as the verse kicks in, we see Peter Gilmour and his lovely queen Maria Brink #2 come out to the ramp. They smile at each other before going down the ramp hand in hand. Peter bobs his head to the song. They get in the ring together and Peter gets on the turnbuckle and throws up an "X" sign as pyro goes off above the ring. Peter hops down and hugs Maria as they wait his next victim.


"Black and White" by KOP plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing next from New York City, New York, weighing in at 230 lbs... JOHNNNN BLACKKKKKK!"

Some few minutes into the song, Black comes out from the stage and walks down to the ring boobing to the beat as he goes near the squared circle. He enter's the ring and the beats cuts off and sits on the top turnbuckles as he awaits for his opponents.


"Groose's Theme" plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing next from Montreal, Quebec, Canada, weighing in at 214 lbs... HOTTTT TODDDDDDD!"

Todd stops recording and sets his camera down at ringside and enters the ring, Gator is nowhere to be seen because he doesn't care enough.


[Image: Jnf7xxa.png?1]
XWF Hart Championship
Ginger Snaps
- vs -
Peter Gilmour
- vs -
Maverick
- vs -
John Black
- vs -
Hot Todd
- vs -
TJ Wallace
Championship Scramble
Hit a pinfall to become the first champion.
Whoever has the last successful pinfall/submission at the end of the match is the winner.



The bell sounds as they circle around. Ginger starts off by connecting a right hand to the side of Todd’s head! Todd falls down and looks upset. Ginger brings her hands to her face in shock. She begins apologizing profusely to the downed Todd. As she leans over, Peter zeroes in on her backside as he walks up behind her.


SMACK!


Ginger leaps up into the air a little as she turns around. Peter winks and makes a kissy face at Ginger after he successfully smacked her on the ass. Ginger’s eyebrow twitches slightly at this.


SMACK!


Ginger slaps Peter so hard that his eyes actually begin watering! As he turns around, John Black hits him with three jabs before wrapping his waist and sending him across the ring with a German suplex! As Black gets up Maverick comes out of nowhere with a clothesline, but Black ducks it and wraps Peter’s waist and hits another German suplex!

John Black comes up and yells out. As he turns around Ginger is there with a large, glowing smile on her face. It’s super effective! John Black is paralyzed. Ginger rotates around and nails him with The Bully Buster! The discuss lariat knocks him down, but she quickly scoops him up so she can hit…

GINGER SNAP!


The snap suplex drives him into the mat with such velocity that she is pulled on top of him as the referee slides into place.

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2…









THREE!

Jim Ross: “Wow! Ginger Snaps gets the early fall!”

Bobby Heenan: “Yeah, but does she realize this? She seems to be celebrating like she’s won!”

Indeed, Ginger is jumping up and down and wanting the referee to raise her hand. The referee is finally explaining it to her, but a sneaky force has crawled behind her and rolls her up!


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2…










THREE!

Jim Ross: “TODD! The cameraman has won the next fall! I… didn’t see that coming Brain!”

Bobby Heenan: “You’re telling me. I wonder how long the kid can hold it for?”

Todd gets up and Ginger looks sad. She moves to the corner and Todd is looking guilty. As he moves to make her feel better, Peter wraps him up and nails a belly-to-belly suplex! Peter is looking ready to hit his finish, but Maverick is back! Peter tries to charge him, but Maverick goes low and hits a scoop slam dropping The X-Treeeeeeeeeeeme Legend.

Maverick grabs Todd and whips him into the corner. Maverick clotheslines Todd before leaping into the air and nails a dropkick knocking Todd into the bottom turnbuckle. Perfection Incarnate hears footsteps and is just able to sidestep the incoming red-haired flurry. Ginger launches herself onto Todd and begins riding his face with a Bronco Buster!

Jim Ross: “I would say that this move was effective but…”

Bobby Heenan: “LOOK AT THE SMILE ON HIS FACE! TODD IS ENJOYING EVERY BIT OF IT!”

Ginger finally gets off and seems appalled by his smirk. As she turns around, Maverick is there with a smirk on his face. He lifts Ginger up and drives her down with a spinebuster entitled Lights Out! Ginger pops up quickly, but Maverick kicks her in the abdomen before lifting her up for a delayed Vertical suplex that turns into a forward suplex!


AGE OF PERFECTION!


The Falcon Arrow is hit with perfection and Maverick hooks a leg!

1…




2…







THREE!


Jim Ross: “Looks like the next fall goes to the Perfect One!”

Bobby Heenan: “To be honest, I’m surprised by the ferocity that he’s displaying!”

The Arena goes dark, and an unknown voice is heard over the PA system, it is female.

Girl: "Maverick, he is coming for you. Decide where you want to be when he does."

The lights come back on.

Maverick doesn't even seemed worried about the ominous voice. Maverick flexes his muscles and dares anyone to come at him. Peter Gilmour stands up as well as John Black. Maverick smirks and taunts both men. Black comes charging first but Maverick backs him off with a dropick. Peter grabs Maverick, but Mav throws his arms off and delivers a nasty right hand knocking him to the floor!

John Black gets back up and pushes Maverick into the ropes. As he returns, Black lifts him up and nails a Samoan Drop! Maverick slowly gets to his feet holding his back. Black wraps his head and pulls him into a…

BLASTARR!

The cradle piledriver brings the neck of Maverick into the mat roughly!

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2…








THREE!

Jim Ross: “John Black gets a pinfall, and OMG! Peter Gilmour wasn’t waiting on him!”

Bobby Heenan: “ENDGAME! BLACK IS DEAD!”

The package piledriver is hit disgustingly but Black isn’t moving! Peter smirks and places a boot across the chest of John Black.

1…





2…



GINGER INTERRUPTS THE PIN!

Ginger pushes Peter off and Peter whips around with a vicious look on his face. He clotheslines Ginger! He pushes her into the corner and begins delivers hard blows directly to her face! Ginger’s lip begins to bleed, but Peter is just seeing red.

Jim Ross: “Get off of her! This son of a bitch has buster her lip!”

Bobby Heenan: “Come on, JR! She knew what she was signing on for in the XWF. Busted lips are part of the business.”

Jim Ross: “She doesn’t have to be a target like this! Peter is going nuts!”

Peter is indeed going nuts as he just nails a Yazuka kick to Ginger which knocks her down briefly. Peter turns around and see Hot Todd. He grabs the camera man and pulls him for…


THE INFECTION!


After hitting the spin-out slam, Peter goes for the cover and actually hooking the leg.

1…



2…







THREE!

Jim Ross: “Poor Todd. His head is now bleeding and he looks freaked out.”

Bobby Heenan: “Stop being a little bitch! Get up!”


As Peter turns around, he’s low-blowed by Maverick! As Peter’s face shows anguish, Maverick hits a DDT that spikes his head into the mat! Peter rolls away and out of the ring. As Maverick turns around, John Black tries to hit a clothesline, but Perfection is able to duck under it. He kicks Black in the gut and nails a powerbomb!

Maverick looks up at the clock on the screen to see 50 seconds remaining!

Maverick grabs his legs and pulls him into a…


PURE PERFECTION!


The Liontamer is in full effect! Black is in agony as he tries to reach for the ropes. Todd gets up and tries to intervene only to be caught by Ginger! Ginger hits a Snap DDT and quickly wraps up Todd’s legs and locks in a variation of the Muta Lock called…


GINGER TAP!


Both submission holds are going on as Peter is out of the ring. The clock is winding down…


3…

No one is tapping but both men are in agony!


2…


Still nothing!



1…









BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTTTTTTTTTTTT!


The clock goes off and directly after Todd begins tapping out! Unfortunately for Ginger, it’s after the bell. However….


Jim Ross: “Oh my God! Right before the buzzer, John Black couldn’t stand it anymore and began tapping profusely! That makes…”

Bobby Heenan: “The bed-shitter is the new champion.”

Jim Ross: “Shut up. The man has more titles than me and you. The man has now-renounced his shitty past and has emerged… a champion.”

Justin Roberts: “And the winner… and NEW XWF Hart Champion… MAVVVVVVERRRRRICCCCKKKKKKKKK!”

Maverick has done it! Somebody is walking up the steps with the Hart Championship to present it to Maverick...

OH MY GOD!

IT'S THE CRIMSON DONG!!!!

The fans are going insane. They're losing their shit. A dong chant rings through the arena and even travels outside several blocks away with windows shattering from the sound of these fans' mad love for the dong!

Crimson Dong is about to hand the title over to Maverick, but wait!

Dong places the title on the canvas, squats down over it and TAKES A BIG HEAPING SHIT ON THE TITLE!!!!! NO DONG, NO!!!

Suddenly the lights go out...

A few seconds later the lights come on. Maverick is in the ring alone with the championship belt that has a mound of shit on it. The referee looks down at the title and then back up at Maverick...

Ref: "Ugh, oh my good, why?"

Maverick looks around with his hands out in disbelief. There's no way the ref is going to blame him for this...

Ref: "Sick fuck! I'm out of here! I'm not handing you the belt. You can pick it up yourself. Shouldn't you have evacuated your anus before the match?"

The fans are starting to hold their noses because of the smell. Many of the fans get in on the fun and start a "Maverick shat the ti...tle" chant.

We see the finial champ awarded the belt by the ref, until we see that group of people in Anonymous mask and hoodies with the "Down Wit Madness" sings on them has surrounded the ring to face on the champ.

Jim Ross: "What in the world is going on?"

Bobby Heenan: "I have no clue JR, a bunch of hooligans ruining someone's perfect night as The Hart Champ."

Jim Ross: "Wait a damn minute is that-- "

Then one man emerges from the group which was JB who was in the ring earlier in this scramble, talking to the new champion.

JB: "Congrats Title-Shitter, I hope you enjoy that time of your life as a Hart champ under the Madness umbrella. I bet you are so excited to even see the light of day as the last winner to receive that piece of trash of a belt; but don't get to caught up in the limelight as the Hart Champ; people like me or anyone else will be hunting you down like an animal to slaughter your chance to be Madness number one's ass kisser. I knew I wasn't going to be the last nigga standing in this scramble at all, in fact in my own mind, I wasn't even going home with that disgrace of a belt that Blaze wouldn't want on her waist. But let me be clear here, fuck the powers that be who made this scramble happen in the first place; now I all I see is a--"

JB mics cuts off while he mouths the words until he noticed he got cut off, and the JR and Heenan were laughing their asses off.

Bobby Heenan: "Oh man, JB is just an hilarious lunatic who just stumbled on his words. I bet he's gonna get fired pretty soon by what he claims "powers to be"."

Jim Ross: "Oh shut it Heenan, he just was upset with what had happened in this brutal Scramble match; who ever had the nerve to not let him say his speech deserves to face the consequences of John Black."

Heenan waves his hand at JR's face.

Bobby Heenan: "He's just so jealous that thinks the "man" has screwed him and not the other way around."

Then we see the competitors and the group brawl outside the ring and it was a chaotic mess in the outside the ring. Then we see JB facing the new champ dead in the eyes and he hits a Blacklisted (DVD) with the crowd booing him. Then he takes the shit-covered belt and opens a can of black spray and X's out the Title plate.

JB and his associates evacuate the arena as TJ Wallace walks out onto the stage with a bitter look on his face. TJ Wallace walks out and motions for the title but seems to have a disgusted look on his face. Maverick is to his feet and looks fearful and groans as he looks at the blackened and shit-stained title belt. The crowd cheers for TJ as the camera goes to black.





"La Gazza Ladra" by Rossini


Justin Roberts: "The following contest is a Three Rounds of Hell Match! The first to win two rounds will be the INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION! Introducing first from Alexandria, Virginia, weighing in at 295 lbs... ROBBIE BOURRRRRBONNNNNNNN!"[/yellow]

The arena as the lights dim, as the robust sounds of Rossini's classical music fill the arena. The X-Tron displays one image.



It changes to shots of Ellis Bolton hung by a dislodged turnbuckle and being slapped, and Wyatt Reynolds being broken across a fire hydrant. Robbie walks out, eyes down and chin tucked, tilting his head back and forth in an effort to stretch his neck. Pyrotechnic fountains drizzle down on him as he raises his arms at 45 degree angles. He looks up and begins to make his way down to the ring, shoulders squared and sticking his arms out to full span, slapping the hands of anybody who's reaching. He casually glances on both sides of the aisle and banters with fans. He then climbs the ring by grabbing the top rope and planting one foot after another on the apron, and turns to view the entrance as more pyrotechnics go off with huge explosions. Robbie then keels backwards over the top rope into a hand stand, then gently rights himself onto his feet, and begins to stretch his legs. He faces the camera and again raises his arms at 45 degree angles.


"Akira" by Anamanaguchi plays


Justin Roberts: "Introducing next from Narfinex, weighing in at 122 lbs.... she is the reigning and defending Intercontinental Champion.... GAMEEEEE GIRRRRRLLLLLLLL!"

Akira by Anamanaguchi blasts as colored lights pass over the roaring crowd. Game Girl springs from behind the curtain and begins to energetically hops down the ramp. Smiling, waving and high fiving fans. When in the ring she proceeds to power up.


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XWF Intercontinental Championship
Game Girl ©
- vs -
Robbie Bourbon
Three Rounds of Hell Match
Round 1: Game Girl picks the stage.
Round 2: Robbie Bourbon picks the stage.
Round 3: Robbie picks this stage as well for obtaining the #1 Contendership


Jim Ross: “Ladies and Gentlemen, it looks like the first stage will be Joust!”

Game Girl and Robbie Bourbon sit atop each of their birds; Game Girl is on a pink Chocobo, Robbie on a plain ostrich. As Game Girl gets set and comfortable atop her mount, we see Robbie struggle to keep his mass atop the bird, which is struggling to support the weight of Robbie.

Bobby Heenan: “Wow, a jousting competition?”

Jim Ross: “Only in the XWF!”

As Robbie continues to struggle with his mount, the fans begin to chant.

*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*

*ROBBIE BOURBON*

*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*ROBBIE BOURBON*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*ROBBIE BOURBON*


As Robbie finally looks "settled", awkwardly set atop his ostritch, we see the screen say PREPARE TO JOUST. BUZZARD BAIT! And they're off!

Game Girl immediately takes flight! She soars as we see Robbie's ostrich barely get off the ground.

Jim Ross: “It looks like Robbie Bourbon is too heavy!”

Bobby Heenan: “Well, how often do you see an ostrich with a super heavyweight on it?”

Game Girl deftly maneuvers her Chocobo through the air and pulls out a lance! She soars over the top of some of the platforms, as knights on green birds start to teleport in from the platforms! She knocks a knight out of the sky! Robbie Bourbon is still just kind of sitting there, pleading with his ostrich to get higher. A knight heads straight for Robbie and clashes into him! He's knocked off his ostrich!

Jim Ross: “This doesn't look good for Bourbon!”

Game Girl flourished through the air, killing another knight. The knight that knocked Bourbon off is swooping in for the coup-de-grace! Bourbon grabs the lance he's holding, flipping the Knight off, and hopping on his ostrich! Robbie finally gets off the ground, and starts to fly up towards Game Girl! Game Girl is distracted attacking another knight that has teleported into the field, and doesn't seem to notice Bourbon has come up to her level, right behind her! Robbie swoops in, and leaps from the bird, diving for Game Girl!

Bobby Heenan: “What is he thinking?”

Game Girl dodges at the last second. Robbie Bourbon careens past her and towards the bottom platform, crashing into his ostrich! His ostrich takes immediate flight! Robbie readjusts himself, but it's too late now as Game Girl comes in and knocks Robbie off the ostrich!

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GAME GIRL: “Left, down, left, down, left, down, left, down, A plus B!”

With that, Game Girl enacts Metronome! She waves her finger as Robbie staggers to his feet, and she hits Death 2 U, Christopher Isles's finishing maneuver!

ROBBIE BOURBON
0%

KO!

Game Girl stands up and brushes herself off, and runs her hand through her hair.

Bobby Heenan: “She's just too strong! There's no way Robbie Bourbon can stand up to what she can do!”

Suddenly, both Bourbon and Game Girl are gone from the stage. We cut to see Robbie and Game Girl sitting at a long table, along with a few other people. They're outdoors, and we see a banner behind them that says "Fredericksburg Citywide Pie Eating Contest".

Jim Ross: “Oh my! Robbie has chosen a pie eating contest for Round 2!”

Bobby Heenan: “They say the way to a man's heart is through is stomach. I say the way to any part of Robbie Bourbon is through his stomach.”

Jim Ross: “He stays hungry, Bobby!”

Bobby Heenan: “Yeah, but it's still not good for his metabolism!”

A judge approaches and places a fresh baked pie each in front of Robbie and Game Girl. Game Girl looks confused at the baked goodness sitting in front of her. The judge holds a pistol in the air, and fires!

Bourbon starts to tear into his pie! What looks like blueberry filling smears across his face as crumbs cascade into his chest hair. Game Girl looks at him, trying to peice together exactly what is expected of her.

Bobby Heenan: “She doesn't even eat!”

Jim Ross: “Clever work from Robbie Bourbon, choosing an arena his opponent has little to no chance in!”

Another pie is placed in front of Robbie as he finishes scarfing the first down in crazy short order. Game Girl still seems very confused. With that, she looks at the other contestants, devouring their pies. She looks at her own, untouched pie, and pokes it.

Jim Ross: “Robbie Bourbon is a pie eating machine!”

As this is said, a 3rd pie is placed in front of Robbie. Crumbs and pie filling adorn his maw, as the nearest any of the other competitors has come is halfway through one of their pies. Game Girl, looking annoyed at not having a clue what to do, finally takes action. She delivers a Power Geyser to the pie! It ruptures the table, and the rest of the competitors save Robbie Bourbon look back in awe.

Judge: “Disqualified!”

Game Girl looks thoroughly confused as Robbie actually asks for a 4th pie, arguing with the judge who tells him the contest is over. Game Girl looks confused and starts to bicker with the judge as well! Robbie looks pissed he can't have more pie because of Game Girl's antics! He boots her in the gut, and Robbiebombs her onto a stack of homemade pies!

GAME GIRL
0%

KO!!!

A cornfed country beauty walks out and tries to avoid touching Robbie as she puts a sash around his neck reading "PIE PUNISHER". She scurries off as Diamondback, Cyberjaw, and Clyde all show up and start to scrub Robbie off like a pit crew handles a stock car. After they finish, both Robbie and Game Girl disappear!

Round 3

We cut back to the Staples Center, and both Robbie Bourbon and Game Girl appear inside the ring!

Jim Ross: “This is it, folks! Round three! Robbie went back to basics here, and it looks like we're going to see the finish right here in front of us!”

Bobby Heenan: “Listen to the crowd!”

*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*ROBBIE BOURBON*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*ROBBIE BOURBON*PLAY ME GAME GIRL*ROBBIE BOURBON*

The bell rings, signifying the beginning of Round 3! Bourbon and Game Girl charge each other, throwing punches back and forth with one another!

Jim Ross: “They're not wasting any time here, Brain!”

Game Girl shoots Robbie Bourbon into the ropes, and throws the Get Over Here! at him as he rebounds! He slides back to Game Girl as his chest begins to bleed from the wound of the spear. Raging Uppercut! from Game Girl! Robbie is knocked into the corner! She starts to glow with an aura, setting up the Power Up Punch!

Bobby Heenan: “I told you, there's no way Robbie can match that power!”

She charges in for the Power Up Punch!, but Robbie drops to his butt at the last second! He punches Game Girl in the groin!

...to no effect! Game Girl picks Robbie up and starts in with her SUPER COMBO!! Shift-Slide! Punch! Punch! Raging Uppercut! Hyper Bomb! Romper Stomper! Robbie Bourbon is knocked to the ground! Game Girl goes in for the cover!

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2...












KICK OUT!! Robbie gets a shoulder up at the last second. Game Girl chuckles, lifting Robbie to his feet, and nails him with a flurry of kicks, setting up the Kitsume-rana! Bourbon counters with a sit-out Robbiebomb! He stays with the pin!

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2...












KICK OUT!!! Game Girl handedly kicks out of the Robbiebomb and both competitors roll to their feet! Bourbon in with a clothesline, turning Game Girl inside out! He drops a heavy elbow onto her! And another! He stands again, when suddenly, a 16 bit rift opens across the ceiling of the Staples Center! A beast appears and drops into the ring!






The fans in the audience scream in terror as this thing roars. Robbie stands looking at it as Game Girl gets to her feet. We hear microphones making contact with solid surface as Jim Ross and Bobby Heenan take of their headsets and get out of the way of the beast!

ROBBIE BOURBON
45%

GAME GIRL
60%

ATMA WEAPON
100%

Game Girl throws up a Power Geyser! underneath the creature! Robbie Bourbon hops out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair from underneath the ring! The referee will allow it! The beast roars, and casts Flare!

ROBBIE BOURBON
30%

GAME GIRL
45%

ATMA WEAPON
95%

Game Girl combos 3 more Power Geysers into each other, spamming them! Robbie climbs the top rope, and dives at the beast, delivering an Arabian face buster! The referee will allow it! The beast roars, and casts Flare!

ROBBIE BOURBON
15%

GAME GIRL
30%

ATMA WEAPON
50%

Game Girl begins to power up, glowing with another aura! Robbie grabs Game Girl, who's glowing, and begins to beat the beast with her! Energy shoots off from both Game Girl and the beast like fireworks with every swing Robbie delivers to the beast! Finally, he takes Game Girl's face, and plows it into the beast's nose! The beast roars as blood gushes out onto the mat! Robbie drops Game Girl and jumps onto the beast's face, jamming both his fists into it's eye sockets! The beast thrashes as Robbie gives it an impromptu lobotomy!

ROBBIE BOURBON
15%

GAME GIRL
15%

ATMA WEAPON
0%

As the beast falls, it dissipates as the 16 bit rift closes. Game Girl is hunched over on the ground, stunned from being used as a weapon. We hear a headset come alive again as the fans go absolutely nuts.

Jim Ross: “OH MY GOD! GAME GIRL AND ROBBIE BOURBON JUST FOUGHT A BOSS TOGETHER!”

Bobby Heenan: “ONLY IN THE XWF!”

Both of the combatants get to their feet. Robbie kicks Game Girl in the gut as the lights go out. A series of screams are heard through the arena but seem to emanate from the speaker system. A single spotlight comes down on Robbie as the screen reveals a single image.


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Robbie looks confused by this and a little irritated. This isn't the first time he's seen this image. The lights come back on. As Robbie turns back around...


WARHAMMER SHOT!


Game Girl just used her Warhammer to demolish the face of Robbie! Blood is spewing from his nose as he's laid out. Game Girl has her head lowered to where a shadow is cast over her face. She drops the hammer and pins Robbie to the mat as the referee looks shocked, but he has to allow it.



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2....


















THREE!

The referee exits the ring and hands Game Girl the belt. She smiles as she places the gold on her shoulder.

Justin Roberts: "And the winner... and STILL Intercontinental Champion... GAMEEEEEE GIRRRLLLLLLLL!"

The crowd seems confused by this and they begin to boo her. She looks around confused but smiles nevertheless. She climbs the turnbuckle with the title raised as the boos and sodas come raining in.

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#2
07-31-2015, 08:15 PM

Great job with night one. I'm going to go on record and say that the IC title match was one of the best matches I've read in a long long time. I was able to read Robbie's rp's before they disappeared and I am extremely happy that a match that had the caliber of work that Robbie and GG put into it also had a match so awesome. Great stuff all around.

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#3
07-31-2015, 08:20 PM

You see Mav, I hope you are proud to be owning a shit covered blacken Hart belt on your waist. Let's see who would even challenge a shitstain like you within few weeks from now for it.



OOC: Kirk, Good 1/3rd of the results for the PPV, I hope the next two will be even more spectacular with you and the ghostwriters CO-Writers finishing it up.

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#4
07-31-2015, 08:21 PM

"Soak up the glory and shit while you can Mav."

"That Hart Championship will be mines soon enough."

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#5
07-31-2015, 08:23 PM

"What. The. Fuck. What the actual, goddamned fuck. I finally get my moment in the spotlight, and win the Scramble, and win the Hart title, and then fucking CRIMSON DONG, of all the fucking nitwits in the world, takes a fucking shit on MY title, and hangs me out to dry. Fuck this shit, fuck it right up in it's shitty asshole."

"Ugh, yes, I suppose there are others I need to mention too, don't I? Black, you're just cannon fodder. You were literally the person to give me the Hart title, as when the clock striked 0, you tapped out. So if you're looking for a title shot, look the other way until you can prove to me that you are worthy."

"Ginger, excellent match, you actually had me entertained. Should you wish to tango with me, this time under less... shitty... circumstances, just give the word."

"And yes, TJ, I suppose I have you to mention as well. I used you as a stepping stone. You were blind to my attack, blind to my perfect performance tonight. But, I can see this is far from over. So, what say we have the match that never happened, and I will give you a shot at the Hart title? Next Madness. And make your decision soon. The clock is ticking."

"Tick."

"Tock."

"Tick."

"Tock."


((OOC: Brilliant fucking Night 1. Had me entertained from start to finish, especially the IC title match. Excellent job.))

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#6
07-31-2015, 08:26 PM

congrats to mav.. for now

hope u hold that title for a while and beat TJ cuz your ass is mine.. if by chance u hold it until the 24th of August, I want my shot and I promise you I will end your reign as champ and put you in the hospital.

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#7
07-31-2015, 08:32 PM

Boy, you most have a bunch of cocaine in your brain for you to just be such a prima donna. That belt your holding is what going to become your worst nightmare, not only TJ will beat you senseless as he wants to, Glimour will somehow get involved and you will be planning to chase yourself out of this fed.

I don't need to prove my worth to you or to these fucks who just gives titles away like fucking candy.

I pray to the highest existence that you will be broken beyond what you be shitting out for Lunch and Dinner.


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#8
07-31-2015, 08:33 PM

Mavendick you shitted on another title! Numnumnum nom nom nom slurp slurp piggy wiggy woo wooooo! I'ma eat your title rights out your titty moose milk. The Crimson Dogma demands, no better yet demands a titty shot!

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#9
07-31-2015, 08:35 PM

Dim grabs Rena Lesnar by her neck and backhand smacks her to the ground.

"i tamed the beast like the dog that he is and now im takin' his bitch out to dinner"

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#10
07-31-2015, 08:40 PM

"Alright, I'm announcing it now... on the next edition of Madness, it'll be TJ Wallace vs. Maverick in a... match of my choosing. Prepare yourself TJ Wallace.

As for you Peter, you will have to wait until August 31st. That will be championship week here at the XWF since no titles will be on the line at the War Games PPV. Adios."

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#11
07-31-2015, 08:47 PM

can i choose when to have the match or is it just for the 31st? (id prefer the sept 2 warfare since im going away that week)

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#12
07-31-2015, 08:47 PM

OOC: Congrats to Maverick, I remember awhile back wishing him good luck for a title when I was still Venomous and now he has captured the good ole' hart title, so once again congrats mav

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#13
07-31-2015, 08:49 PM

Congratulations, Maverick. You did win, and I'm happy for you. I'm sorry to anyone I hurt, and I'm sorry to Todd for having to do that Bronco Buster. I know how much you liked it, but it won't happen again. Peter, I can't believe you attacked me like that. I thought we were friends. Maverick is my friend now. He was nice to me.

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#14
07-31-2015, 08:50 PM

ginger i told you that I wouldnt be nice in this match.. its competition.. we're still friends Wink

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#15
07-31-2015, 08:51 PM

Ginny, guess when? Petro said you is a dirty ugly whore!

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#16
07-31-2015, 08:52 PM

You made me bleed my own blood.

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#17
07-31-2015, 08:56 PM

Man that is fucked up... You hit her HARD dude! Damn!

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#18
07-31-2015, 08:58 PM

(07-31-2015, 08:47 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: can i choose when to have the match or is it just for the 31st? (id prefer the sept 2 warfare since im going away that week)

Unfortunately not. The Hart title is a Madness fixture due to the limited amount of promos for the week. So... take it or leave it.

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#19
07-31-2015, 09:18 PM

We cut backstage to see Robbie Bourbon where we can usually expect him postmatch; in front of a medic. His personal doctor is there with him, also attending to the shattered nose. His eyebrows furrow as he scratches his big bushy beard, and in his thick French accent he addresses Robbie.

You're a wreck, Robbie, I know not spiritually, but physically, mentally, and emotionally. Your body seems to have gone through a lot of shock by jetting back and forth to that video game place. Take it easy, you as your doctor I think you should take the night off.

Bourbon looks at his doctor, an eyebrow raised, giving him the inquisitive stink eye.

Are you saying I'm not medically cleared to fight?

His doctor sighs.

Never. I am just saying that I've been stitching you up since you were in elementary school. I've never seen you like this.

Then fix me up.

Robbie, what you need is time, time to heal your wounds. Rebuild your dojo. Reflect on your brother.

What I need isn't important anymore. It's what they need.

Alright, alright, who am I to argue with an unhealthy patient who wants to be healed. At least take your poor girlfriend out somewhere nice, she's been good to you.

Bourbon looks down for a moment.

Do you think she's ashamed of me?

Never. You're misguided, Robbie, not a bad man.

Bourbon looks at his Doctor.

What do you know about the Black Hand?

Oh? That was before my time, even. They were responsible for starting World War I.

Over a century ago?

Yes.

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#20
07-31-2015, 09:21 PM

Have to admit that I'm pretty impressed with night one. Loved watching that fucking asstard Phantom getting humiliated. Ginger got ROBBED! She had that piece of shit dead to rights! I demand 5 more seconds on the clock!

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#21
07-31-2015, 09:42 PM

shut up u stupid

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#22
07-31-2015, 09:49 PM

(07-31-2015, 08:58 PM)Kirk MacClay Said:
(07-31-2015, 08:47 PM)Peter Fn Gilmour Said: can i choose when to have the match or is it just for the 31st? (id prefer the sept 2 warfare since im going away that week)

Unfortunately not. The Hart title is a Madness fixture due to the limited amount of promos for the week. So... take it or leave it.

ooc: OK I'll just work 2 shows this month.. aug 12 warfare and aug 31 madness

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#23
07-31-2015, 10:48 PM

Hey Dim? Go fuck yourself, you white trash imbecile!

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08-01-2015, 03:39 AM

Congratulations Maverick. You finally did something right.
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08-01-2015, 03:57 AM

"I'm calling it now. Crimson Dong shitting on the Hart Title will make it on the top ten list of dumps taken in 2015."
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#26
08-01-2015, 08:41 AM

(08-01-2015, 03:39 AM)Paul Heyman Said: Congratulations Maverick. You finally did something right.

Come on Heyman, don't reign on the mavs celebration, let him enjoy it Smile

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#27
08-01-2015, 08:44 AM

I'm proud of you, Maverick. You make sure you hold my title with pride, man. I made that thing a household name... now it's up to you to keep people from... shitting on it.

God damn it."

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#28
08-01-2015, 07:11 PM

"Maverick, can you hold your goddamn bowels when you win a belt, Jesus?"

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