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**Vincent Lane** · (10-29-2016)

SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT: OCTOBER 29TH, 2016
Sponsored by NIKE

LIVE from the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, New York, XWF brings to you SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!

GET HYPE!!!

Lyianna Properchev
- vs -
KURT ANGLE

Thumper
- vs -
"The Future" Jose Gomez

Drezdin
- vs -
John Black
If Drexdin wins, he gets to put together a team to challenge for the Trios Championship at the PPV!

Slave
- vs -
"The Radical" Gabe Reno

Kitt Kennedy
- vs -
"The Witch Doctor" Bear Braddock

Chris Chaos
- vs -
Bret "Hitman" Hart

Nike - Find Your Fast
MAIN EVENT

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Television and Hart Championship Match
Michael McBride
- vs -
Jakob Davis
- vs -
Dolly Waters
2 Falls - 15 Minutes Each!

Winner of first fall wins the TV Title!

Winner of the second fall wins the Hart Title!

Gaylord Cockshafer: Welcome to Brooklyn! Welcome to the final XWF event in October! WELCOME TO... SAVAGE SATURDAY NIGHT!!!

Mike Stump: Gaylord, whatever happened to Balaque Negar?

Cockshafer: THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT! What is important though is what apparently Steve Sayors has for us in the back... Steve?

The scene shifts to Sayors, holding an earpiece and listening intently while he stands with his microphone.

Steve Sayors: Thanks Gaylord and Mike... folks we have some terrible news breaking right now! Apparently both Thumper Gibbon and Shaker Jones were en route to the Barclays Centerin separate cabs when they were both involved ina massive accident on the Brooklyn Bridge. Neither compeetitor will be on hand this evening and their match has been replaced by this video of a fly laying eggs in dog shit.

Sayors: Back to you guys!

We go back to Stump and Cockshafer looking pretty grossed out. Stump looks like he might cry.

Cockshafer: That was disgusting! But I bt it gets better ratings than Thumper vs. Shaker would have!

Stump: JUST TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED TO BALAQUE NEGAR!!!!

Cockshafer: Jesus... let's just go to the ring for our first match of the night!

We see Lyianna Properchev standing in the ring with her big ass tits bouncing all over the place. Tig O'Bitties looks jealous of those melons!

Tig O'Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, with more boobs than brains... LYIANNA PROPERCHEV!

The crowd goes meh.

Tig O'Bitties: And her opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...

Tig O'Bitties: He is KUUUUUUUUURT ANGLEEEEEE!!!!

Kurt struts to the ring with his Heavymetalweight Title held high over his head and rolls into the ring.

Kurt and Lyianna stare each other down as the bell rings.

Suddenly, Kurt races for Lyianna and drops her with a double leg takedown! Angle straddles them massive melons of Lyianna's and just starts beating the piss out of hr with rights and lefts!

He's really giving her the business!

Lyianna struggles to reach the ropes and referee Chaz Bobo forces Angle to release Properchev...

But then as soon as he backs away, Angle grabs Lyianna's foot and pulls her into the center of the ring! Angle slaps on his patented ankle lock submission!!!

LYIANNA TAPS OUT!!!!

Winner by submission - Kurt Angle!

Cockshafer: Kurt Angle is breaking records and ankles on his winning streak here! Hardly any of his matches last a full minute!

Tig O'Bitties-"The following match is one fall. If Drezdin wins, he will be able to put together a team to on the Trio champions at XWF's next Pay-Per-View!"

John Black just walks down to the ring with a serious look on his face with the fans booing him. He enters the ring and his theme cuts off.

DING DING DING

Drez is quick to make the first attack, he ran and threw out an arm to hit JB with a clothesline, JB ducked under it, and was now behind Drez, he wrapped his arms around Drez's waist and tossed him over his head with a German suplex. BAM, Drez hit the mat hard. JB didn't let up as he got to his feet. He started to stomp away at Drez, afterwards he brought Drez to his feet and Irish whipped Drez into the corner. JB took a few steps back and ran at full speed, and hit a heavy body splash on the giant

. SMACK! Drez fell down to his ass. JB started to punch Drez in the face over and over again but on the last punch, Drez caught John Black's fist and shoved him away. JB went right into the air and landed on his ass. Drez got up, ran and hit a dropkick right into JB's face. Black rolled around holding his face in pain, Drez wasn't finished as he brought up John Black upright, only to plant a big boot to Black's face.

NO JB dodged it in time, he grabbed Drez and lifted him onto his shoulders. JB showing his boss ass strength, JB jumped backwards and slammed Drez down hard with a Samon Drop! JB went for the pin.

ONE

TWO-KICKOUT

JB wasn't pleased but he didn't let it stop him. He took hold of Drez's head and started to bash it into the mat, not once or twice but fucking ten damn times. The crowd was getting into the match and cheering, but JB didn't care. Fuck them right? Once he was done, JB climbed up to the top rope, he aimed at Drez's chest as he jumped off with his elbow pointing to it's target. BAM! John Black hit the mat as Drez rolled out of the way just in time. Both men were tired now and laying their to catch their breath, the ref started to count, but Drez was using the ropes to help him to his feet. Now standing, he looked down at John Black and made his way over to him. He grabbed him by the hair and brought him up, only to toss JB right into the ring post shoulder first. JB grunted out in pain, he held it. Drez smirked as he started to kick at JB's hurt shoulder. KICK KICK KICK KICK KICK. Drez threw his hands up to the crowd, who cheered him.

John Black was in pain but he wasn't out. As Drez was pumping up the ground, he had his back to JB, seeing this. John Black got himself up ran, and jumped into the air and hit a flying forearm smash to the back of Drez, who stumbled forwards head first into the turnbuckle,DINK! Now dazed, he turned around not knowing where he was, John Black was waiting for him and when Drez was facing JB, he was lifted up onto John Black's shoulders. Then brought down hard, right onto the back of his neck! THE B-LIST!

Gaylord Cockshafer-"WHAT POWER!"

Mike Stump-"All lives matter, just not Drezdin's!"

John Black made the cover and the ref slid in to make the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE-KICKOUT!

Gaylord Cockshafer-"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Mike Stump-"God's cunt! He kicked out!"

John Black was in shock. That should have done it, yet Drez kicked out. JB wasn't happy. He once again got Drez to his feet and lifted him back up onto his shoulders. This time, John Black ran with all of his might at the corner, stepped up with Drez and launched themselves into the air, THE B-LIST! John Black turned in mid air and slammed the tall ass mother fucker as hard as he could onto the mat. The impact was so great, the ring shook, like it was about to break. John Black went for the cover again.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!

Gaylord Cockshafer-"Did you see that Stump?! Fucking right in mid air. Amazing!"

Mike Stump-"Here I thought John Black was just another lazy mother fucker, I guess every black man has his day."

Gaylord Cockshafer-"Oh don't be a dick like that. Fucking bitch."

Mike Stump-"Shut up

!"

Tig O'Bitties-"Here is your winner. JOHN BLACK!"

The ref raised John Black's hand in victory, but it was short lived. SMACK! Someone had come from behind and hit JB over the with a.....sheleighly It's Michael McBride, standing over the falling John Black. He smirked as he had JB's Trio title in hand and raised it to the heavens. McBride had a mic in the other hand.

Michael McBride-"Good match boyo, but I just wanted to put you on noticed. I'm coming for this titles with a few buddies of mine. Keep them safe for us, will ya?"

Michael threw the title down onto JB and got out of the ring and lit up a cigarette. The crowd was going ape shit.

Winner-John Black

Tig O'Bitties: AND NOW MAKING HIS WAY TO THE RING TO ENDURE YOUR SADNESS... STANDING AT FIVE FOOT, TWO INCHES... WEIGHING IN AT 125 POUNDS... SLLLAAVVVVVEEEE.

Mike Stump: What sadness?

A small man emerges from the curtain with no music but clearly talking to himaelf and hating everyone who shouts, or doesn't.

Gaylord Cockshafer: Is this guy for real?

He arrives at the ring doing nothing spectacular with a lack of expression. Standing as everyone stares expecting something, he simply keep standing doing nothing.

Mike Stump: We have a real go-getter on our hands here...

Tig O'Bitties: HIS OPPONENT, RETURNING TO THE RING, FROM SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND FOUR POUNDS, SIX FEET, FOUR INCHES TALL... THE RADICALLL...

Green strobe lights and dimming fill the area as Bad Company hits the loudspeakers. Mixed reactions of love and hate fill the mixed crowd as The Radical emerges in green and black tights reading 'The Very Best, Nothing More, Nothing Less' across the back. He smiles under a Black hood before sprinting and sliding into the ring, removing his hood and telling the ref to "start the fucking match already".

Tig O'Bitties: GAABBBBEEE RENNOO!

Mike Stump: WELL... from what little we know about this guy he was a fixture in a few places years back, former World Champion... but XWF is unlike any other. The proving ground starts again for him tonight.

Gaylord Cockshafer: Never heard of him but he seems to use fowl language a lot.

Overhearing the commentators Reno leans over the top rope and points at Gaylord, saying "Shut it, BITCH."

Mike Stump: You don't say?

Gaylord Cockshafer: Hey, go wrestle your match, dick.

Mike Stump: There's the bell.

The ring bell chimes as Slave begins to throw somewhat of an emotionless fit in his corner. Reno looks on bewildered but closes in locking him up and backing the smaller man into the corner, then proceeding with several high knees to the rib cage before the ref backs him off.

Mike Stump: Bigger guy the aggressor here early.

Reno puts his hands out and spins around enticing the crowd. Slave runs out and pushes him. Reno move slightly and pokes Slave in the eyes.

Mike Stump: Come on!

Gaylord Cockshafer: I actually like that.

Mike Stump: Why am I not surprised?

Slave whirls around holding his eyes, Reno russian leg sweeps his stunned advisary. He goes for a quick pin.

1...

Slave weasels out and runs around the now standing Reno several times until he is dizzy and stumbles. Slave jumps on his back and rakes his face with long unkempt nails until he falls on his back. Slave with a standing backflip onto Gabe.

Mike Stump: Nice move.

Slave gets to the top rope and attempts a large corkscrew splash but Reno notices, catches him in mid-air and turns it into a leaning backbreaker in one motion.

Mike Stump: Way too early to go for that type of finish!

Slave squirms out under the bottom rooe to regroup.

Mike Stump: Time for a new game plan.

Slave paces on the outside hitting the ring apron in frustration, meanwhile Reno propels off the opposite ropes into a full baseball slide tossing Slave into the barrier.

Mike Stump: Smart there, no recovery time for an already angered opponent.

Reno exits and picks up Slave by the hair, rolling him back into the ring. Slave gets up ans begins a barrage of lefts and rights to Gabe's stomach, but Reno overpowers him into a ahort impact powerbomb

Gaylord Cockshafer: He has no counters, this guy is not going to last long.

Mike Stump: That seems to be the case.

Reno now climbs to the top rope and delivers a front flip Rated-R Leg Drop. He pins Slave.

1...

2...

Slave kicks out but doesn't seem to know where he is as he begins speaking to a voice somewhere near him.

Mike Stump: Alright...

Gabe notices this and quickly runs to the corner Slave is facing and does a backflip into a standing Death Drop. He hooks the leg.

1!

2!

3!!!!!!!

Winner by Pinfall - "The Radical" Gabe Reno!

Gaylord Cockshafer: What the hell was he doing, he just lost himself the match, Stump!

Mike Stump: Not the brightest bulb in the room.

Tig O' Bitties: "Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Chris Chaos' Wild Card will be at stake!

Gaylord: "Mike, I can't begin to express just how excited I am for this match!"

Mike: "Indeed, Gay, and as Tig pointed out, Chris Chaos, current Wild Card holder will be forced to put that priceless trinket on the line tonight."

Tig O' Bitties: Introducing first, currently residing in Clearwater Beach, Flordia, weighing in at two-hundred forty pounds... CHRIS CHAAAAAOS!

Chris Chaos makes his way down to the ring.

Gaylord: "This is it, Mike! This is what I've been waiting for!

Tig O' Bitties:And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two-hundred thirty-five pounds... He is the excellence of execution! BRET... HITMAAAAN HART!

Gaylord: "HE'S REALLY HERE MIKE, THE HITMAN IS REALLY HERE!"

Mike: "The best there is, best there was... and well you all know the rest! How awesome is it to see Hart in an XWF ring!?!"

Pink strobes light up the arena, as Hart Attack begins to blast through the PA system. After a few moments pass, Bret Hart emerges from the backstage area onto the entrance ramp. He paces back and forth along the top of the ramp way as he shouts out to the fans. Returning to the center, he runs down the ramp handing out high fives to a few lucky fans, before sliding into the ring from underneath the bottom rope. Climbing the ring post, raising his arms in the air as the fans scream in excitement. He proceeds to do it again in the other corner of the ring, then hopping down and leaning his weight back against the top turnbuckle looking down at Chris Chaos.

Mike: "What will be so interesting tonight, given the nature of this match up, will Chris Chaos be able to adapt his chaotic, extreme style to match the Hitman's technical prowess?"

Gaylord: "Indeed! I believe if there's anyone who can throw Chaos off of his game, it's the Hitman!"

Offical Richard Wang brings both men to the center of the ring, and swiftly pats each man down checking for any foreign objects. After finding them both to be clean he sends them back to their corners and calls for the bell.

Bret approaches Chris and extends his arm for a hand shake, but Chaos only pretends to reach for the hand shake before pulling his hand up and brushing his hair back, laughing now in the face of the legendary Hart.

Mike: "Blatant disrespect on the part of Chris Chaos!"

Gaylord: "Yeah! Who in the hell does Chaos think he is?!? HE'S SHARING THE RING WITH A LEGEND!"

Bret puts his arms out, challenging Chaos to a test of might, and just as Chris goes to lock fingers with the Hitman, he sends a knee to Bret's gut, causing Hart to cripple over.

Chaos sends a series of punches to Bret's skull as Bret falls back into the corner, but as Chris approaches, Hart grans him by the head and turns him into the corner, grabbing the ropes for leverage while sending a series of kicks to Chris' gut until he falls down on his bottom.

Bret lifts him locking his headi nto his arm and charging out of the corner, dropping Chris on his face with the Hart Attack running bulldog.

Hart goes for the cover...

1....

2.....

Chaos kicks out, but Bret wants to end this earl. The crowd goes wild as Hitman grabs both of Chaos' legs, setting up for the Sharpshooter, but Chaos flips around, knocking Bret on his gut and now has his own Boston Crab locked in!

Brett, while gritting his teeth in pain begins dragging his way toward the rope, but just as he nears the bottom rope, Chaos pulls him back to the center of the ring!

Gaylord: "OH NO! THE HITMAN WILL HAVE TO TAP!"

BUT OUT OF NOWHERE WHILE CHAOS DIDN'T HAVE THE SUBMISSION LOCKED IN GOOD, THE HITMAN REVERSES AND NOW HAS CHRIS PINNED WITH A SCHOOLBOY ROLL UP!

1...

2...

NO! Chaos is out and up quick to his feet, Hart tries for a clothes line but Chris ducks underneath, turning around and hitting a nice standing dropkick to the veterans jaw. Hart is unphased and back to his feet again, Hart tries for another short arm, but Chaos dives down and sends a chopblock right to the front of Bret's historically bad knee! Chaos drops his own knee across Bret's damaged kneecap and then goes for the cover...

1....

2.....

The Hitman muscles out and tries to stand, but is quickly brought back down to one knee. Chaos seizes the opportunity, he bounces from the ropes and delivers a sick looking running tilt-a-whirl DDT to the kneeling Hitman, this one may be over folks!

1....

2....

3.....

NO! Right at the last second, Hart reverses with a cradle pin of his own!

1.....

Chaos is out quickly, both men to their feet, but Bret strikes first, delivering a right hand, then getting beside Chaos, locking legs and dropping Chris with a flawless Russian Leg Sweep, but Bret isn't done!

He climbs up to the middle rope and dives off, sending a elbow right across Chris' throat. He covers...

1.....

2......

JUST BARELY CHRIS GETS A SHOULDER UP! The Hitman is beside himself, holding his arms up in disbelief. But he doesn't notice that Chris as recovered quickly and as he turns around he is met with a gut numbing spear! Chaos looks pissed and rips Bret up by his hair, sending him a look of disdain before pushing him back and....

Mike: "WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS! CHAOS CONNECTED TO THE HITMAN'S CHIN WITH A DEADLY SUPERKICK!"

Gaylord: "OH NO!!!! KICKOUT BRET!"

1...

2........

OH BRET SOMEHOW MANAGES TO KICKOUT!

Chaos is up and grabs Bret's legs, but the veteran reverses, and is up on his feet now, with Chris' legs open again looking for the Sharpshooter! But just as he leans in to lock the submission, Chris grabs a handful of Bret's hair, forcing him to break the hold and sends powerful palm smash to the Hitman's nose.

Chaos lifts Bret onto his shoulders, swings him around and...

Mike: "EQUALIZER! CHRIS CHAOS JUST DROPPED BRET HITMAN HART ONTO HIS SKULL!"

1....

2......

Gaylord: "OH NO!!!"

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cockshafer: Chris Chaos has done it again! I sure hope Bret Hart doesn't have another stroke!!!

Winner by pinfall - Chris Chaos!

Tig O'Bitties: Fans of XWF, the next bout is schedule for one fall... FIRST... from beautiful ST.LOUIS, MISSOURI. WEIGHING IN AT...

Mike Stump: Well I don't think it would be a stretch to say this next match has peaked XWF interest all over the place this week...

The arena goes black as "Last In Line" hits the P.A. system and bright spotlights begin to flash on and off randomly through out the arena, lighting up bits of the stage for a brief second as they flash.

Gaylord Cockshafer: Did this new guy actually burn an arena full of people, should we even be here Stump!?

Tig O'Bitties: TWO HUNDRED TWENTY-FIVE POUNDS, STANDING AT SIX FEET TALL... KKKIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT...

Slowly through rising through the stage appears a silhouette of a man with his arms stretched out straight and as he has completely risen through the stage you can see that his back is to the ring and he remains motionless.

Tig O'Bitties: KENNNNNNNEEDDYYY

As the lyrics begin the figure whips around and the spotlights stop on the man to reveal Kitt Kennedy standing at the top of the ramp. Kitt slowly makes his way down the aisleway, smirking to the crowd as he heads towards the ring. As Kitt slides into the ring the spotlight cuts off of him and four new spotlights flash on, one on each side of the ring. The lyrics "We'll know for the first time...." hit, the four spot lights begin to circle around the ring, slowly becoming faster and they make their way to the center of the ring.

Mike Stump: Well, if we do live I will need a pahcheck, so there's that... on the flip side Kitt looks ready for action here... is he on a new workout plan?

Gaylord Cockshafer: This guy is more than solid in the ring... gonna take a little more than smoke and mirrors to take down Kitt tonight.

Mike Stump: You're not kidding. Kitt handed losses to BWP and Mr.Shadows in recent weeks. That is not too shabby.

Gaylord Cockshafer: Ah, the cage match, I remember that!

Mike Stump: Right. It wasn't long ago.

While the lyrics "We're the last in line!" blasts over the P.A. the spot lights merge into one light it focused on Kennedy who is standing in the middle of the ring, head back and arms raised, soaking in the reaction from the crowd. A few huge muscular men come out of the curtain and stand on each side of the ramp, hands crossed as if posted.

Mike Stump: So, clearly, we have a little added security tonight do to recent events.

Gaylord Cockshafer: Better safe than charcoal, I like to say, Mike.

Mike Stump: When have you ever said that...

Tig O'Bitties: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM PARTS UNKNOWN...

The rich musical delight of Sound of Silence by Disturbed creeps into the hearing spectrum. Every light in the arena goes out, cell phone lights illuminate the seating sections. Not sure what to expect, the announcers duck below the table. A white ambiance of smoke fills the ramp by the posted guards.

Tig O'Bitties: WEIGHING IN AT POUNDS UNKNOWN... AND HEIGHT AT FEET UNK... AH, SCREW IT... BEEEEEAARRRRRR BRADDDOOCCKKK!

Mike Stump: What is that smell... this guy has used gas already, we all need to be on alert here.

Gaylord Cockshafer: No, no... it was me... I'm sorry, Mike.

Mike Stump: Ah. Lovely.

The lights rise, Bear Braddock is standing in the ring opposite Kennedy with a white carved mask on, staring at him. Kitt moves to the turnbuckle and tells the ref that Bear cannot wrestle with the mask on, the ref carefully approaches Braddock and relays the message. He removes the mask to reveal jagged white and black facepaint and glowing white eyes. Dropping the mask to the floor, in brown tights with a howling coyote on the back, Bear cracks his knuckles and assumes his corner.

Mike Stump: Holy Shitty Shitty bang bang, here we go folks. I think Gaylord ran to the back to grab fresh pants. Kitt rips off his Kitt Kennedy Fan Club shirt to wrestle... surely he had worn as a sign of solidarity after they were left for dead.

The bell rings. The two stare at one another, sizing up their first moves and cutting through the building animosity from a week of mind games and more than memories. Finally Kitt walks up and pushes Bear into the corner. Bear smiles at him, Kennedy flexes and tells Braddock to bring it.

Mike Stump: Little coy here to start, feeling eachother out. How long does it take to grab pants, don't we have a guy for that?

Braddock finally runs out, but the quicker Kennedy catches him with a spinning heel kick to stun him. Then uses a springboard drop kick to drop him. Vicious boots to the shoulders and face follow.

Mike Stump: Taking out some aggression here.

Kitt puts him in a sitting headlock trying to drain the energy early out of his opponent. The ref checks but Bear continues to smile. Facepaint all over Kitts arm as he clinches tighter and tighter clearly meaning business. Bear begins to rock methodically back and forth building momentum then sliding out from under the lock. He gets up but again the quicker Kennedy beats him to the punch with a half nelson, flipping him over into a sitting headlock.

Mike Stump: Wow, Kitt is really on his game tonight. Nice manuevering by Kennedy.

The ref asks Bear how he is, he just grins. Slowly he rocks himself to a knee then to his feet, lifting Kennedy high into the air. Kitt flips backward over and grabs Bear for a german suplex, but Braddock grabs his hands and runs toward the ropes then dives to the mat, Kitt's momentum carrying him through the ropes to the floor below.

Gaylord Cockshafer: What did I miss, Stumpy?

Mike Stump: Did you sew those pants together back there? Jesus.

Bear collects himself and exits to the ring apron just as Kitt gets to his feet, he runs and jumps high into the air delivering a huge elbow spike to the top of Kennedy's head.

Mike Stump: What the hell was that? An elbow spike?

Bear picks up Kitt by the head and begins a series of headbutts until Kitt goes limp and falls from his grasp. Bear rolls in a strange manner back into the ring leaving his opponent to recover.
He stands centered and begins to chant.

WHOOOO. HA. HEE. IT IS TIME FOR KENN-ED-Y!

The elapsed moments allowing Kitt to not only get up but make it to the top rope. He jumps off from behind Bear hitting a massive bulldog ramming Braddocks head into the mat. He turns him over, covered in more of his makeup. Hooking both legs.

1...

2...

Bear rolls out of the pin as Kennedy gets up and delivers an insegurie.

Mike Stump: Man Kennedy is so sharp tonight, he is really focused in.

Bear groggily holds his head laying back down on the mat. Kennedy retreats to the nearest corner and waits for Bear to rise.

Gaylord Cockshafer: This might be a disappointing debut.

Mike Stump: You may be right, Kennedy looks to finish up with a possible Showstopper Super Kick here.

Bear gets to all fours, then to his feet, Kitt moves in the the kick, with sudden burst of speed he surprises Kennedy by gorilla pressing him high into the air then uppercutting him on the way down. Out of his tights Braddock pulls on old pocket watch. He checks the time. He rolls out of the ring and over to the announce table, taking Gaylords water bottle and a towel from the ringhand. He vigorously begin to clean the paint off of his hands and face with water. Kitt sits recovering on the bottom turnbuckle in the corner.

Mike Stump: Every time he gets Kitt down he leaves him to recover!

Braddock asks Tig for her makeup mirror, checking himself to make sure he is now clean. A loud moan is heard from the ring. Kennedy in pain making noises, rolling over time after time.

Gaylord Cockshafer: What is THIS, WHY DID HE DO THAT!?

Mike Stump: Oh my god... was that facepaint... toxic!?

Braddock rolls back in, getting on the mat to taunt Kennedy who can barely move. Bear pulls out a picture of the man he beheaded. Then shuffles to another behind it of Kelsey smiling at an event, and unbeknownst to her Braddock stands behind. Kitt slaps Bear in the face and uses all he has left to roll out to the floor.

Mike Stump: Well why are we surprised, that is really the least of the over the line shit he has pulled this week.

Gaylord Cockshafer: This guy just torments and torments.

The ref picks up the pictures left in the ring and hands them off on the other side to a ringhand. Bear crawls to the edge of the apron, then is leveled with a grandslam swing from Kennedy with a bat he had hidden under the ring. Bear falls face first through the ropes to the floor. Kennedy hides the bat and rolls back in as the ref begins to count Bear out.

1...

2...

3...

Mike Stump: This is nuts!

4...

5...

He begins to shake his head, Kennedy in the corner rything in paint from the paint in his arms and chest eating at his skin.

6...

7...

8...

Bear wobbling uses the barricade as a brace then realizes the situation.

9...

Mike Stump: This is it!

He sprints and slides into the ring, Kitt hobbles toward him and positions him for a Lights Out Tiger Driver. Bear curls out, running his hand across the paint on Kitt's arm, then rubbing it in his eyes as he ties him up in a manuever as not to alert the referree. Kennedy moans in pain while Bear picks him up and delivers something similar to a Razor's Edge. Kitt lays barley moving, squinting eyes shut. Braddock begins an odd ritual in the ring stomping and calling out.

Gaylord Cockshafer: I knew this guy was crazy.

Mike Stump: Really, what gave you that impression?

Kennedy uses the ropes to get to his feet finally. Bear runs at him, Kitt goes for the Super Kick, but Bear ducks undsr, bounces off the ropes and hits him with a Remedy Upsidedown Spear.

Mike Stump: AN UPSIDEDOWN SPEAR!?

He drapes his body over Kitt grinning ear to ear.

1...

2...

THRE...

Mike Stump: IT SIMPLY DOES NOT GET ANY CLOSER THAN THAT!

Kitt manages to put his foot on the bottom rope just in time. Bear sternly intimidates the ref up against the ropes about his counting methods. Meanwhile Kitt rolls up Bear from behind using his painted arm against Bear's cheek in the pin.

1...

2...

THRE...

Gaylord Cockshafer: THAT WAS CLOSER!

Mike Stump: Shush.

Braddock manages to recoil out just in time. He gets up, Kitt kicks him in the midsection and attempts a swinging neckbreaker, but Bear swings it all the way back around and delivers another elbow spike to the head. Kitt begins to fall but Bear capitalizes into a Cure-All Reverse Implant Piledriver. Bear hooks the leg.

1!!!!

2!!!

3!!!!!!!!!!

Cockshafer: Braddock wins his debut!

Winner - The Witch Doctor

Stump: What's he doing though, Gaylord? He's won the match, why is he still standing over Kennedy with that look on his face?

Braddock sneers and wipes some blood from his lip, then slides out of the ring to where Kennedy left his weapon, the evil barbed wire bat he carried to the ring with hi and attacked Braddock with at the beginning of the match.

Cockshafer: Braddock has that weapon... and he's going after Kennedy!

The Witch Doctor rolls back into the ring and immediately starts driving the weapon into Kitt Kennedy's head as Kennedy began to come to his senses!

Kennedy's face explodes into blood and Braddock continues raining down shot after shot with the weapon, shoving the referee away as the ref tried to get between the two!

Stump: Old Man Johnson ain't gonna stand for that shit!

Johnson stomps over to the ring announcer and gesticulates like crazy as security flood the ring and pull Braddock away from the limp, bloody body of Kitt Kennedy, whose skull has been shredded with his own weapon!

Tig O'Bitties: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Johnson has informed me that as a result of the continued illegal assault after the match had completed, he has REVERSED his decision!

Cockshafer: WOW!

Tig O'Bitties: So now as a result of a disqualification... your winner, KITT KENNEDY!!!!

Winner by reversed decision - Kitt Kennedy

Tig O'Bitties: It is now time for our MAIN EVENT!

Thee following contest is scheduled for TWO FALLS! And will determine both the Television Champion and the Hart Champion!

Introducing first...

Kings begins to play over the loudspeakers as the fans begin building up in anticipation for the match that is to come. While the music gets rolling, a man wearing a long and black hooded jacket comes out, his face looking towards the ground. As soon as he reaches the stage he begins to kneel on one knee. Then, as soon as the song hits the chorus, the man bolts back up into a standing position and removing his hood, revealing himself to be Jakob Davis. His father, Tim, comes out from behind the curtain and starts clapping for his son. Jakob then starts moving to the ring with purpose, shedding his jacket. He then quickly enters the the ring and gets ready for the upcoming match while Tim heads to ringside.

Tig O'Bitties: Standing six foot two, from Phoenix, Arizona... Jakob Davis!!!

Michael McBride walks out ready to fight as he checks his gloves. He walks down the ramp and to the steel steps and walks up them. Once at the top he stops and turns around and looks at the crowd and smirks before he steps between the ropes and leans back on the nearest corner, lights up a cigarette and waits for the match to start.

Tig O'Bitties: From Wicklow Ireland, he is the XWF Hart Champion... Michael McBride!!

Dolly Waters and Paul Heyman emerge from the back, Heyman carrying th TV Title as Dolly looks intensely at the ring, focused on the task at hand.

Tig O'Bitties: And finally, from Pikeville, Kentucky... she is the XWF Television Champion... DOLLYYYYYY WATERS!!!!

All three competitors look across the ring at each other as the X-Tron flares up showing the time limit on its massive screen.