XWF∞

TONIGHT’S CARD: 

Isabella Ravenwolf
Kenny Olivier "TwinkleToes McFingerbang"
Peter F'n Gilmour
The Prototype
UNASSIGNED Tag Team Partners!
This match will be divided up into a tag team match.  The teams will be ENTIRELY determined by the FIRST person to post a promo and choose their partner from the available pool of participants!  For example, if The Prototype RPs first and says he wants TwinkleToes as a partner, it'll be the two of them versus Isabella and Peter.  BIG potential advantage here to the person that can get their foot in the door first and determine the entire landscape of the match!

Brian Storm
Vs
Chariti
Vs
Daku Suzuki
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall to a Finish
First pin or submission wins the match.  Standard rules apply.  If somebody happens to get DQ'd, the match continues with the remaining two participants.  Will Chariti or Brian Storm be able to take the win and use this match as a springboard up the ladder, or will newcomer Daku Suzuki prove to be an immediate difference maker and claim his debut victory?

 Morbid Angel
Vs
Bonnie Blue
Vs
Chris Chaos
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall to a Finish
No F'n Rules AT ALL.  The "1 fall" occurs by first blood, KO, pin, or submission.  This one could be over VERY quickly or end up going all over the arena!

Maddy
Vs
Unknown Soldier
Texas T-Girl Tea-Bag Tornado Match
Oh yeah!  Tune in and find out!

[24/7 Frenzy Championship]

Scully
Vs
Oliver Last
Guest referee:  SUPER SCATBEAR
After winning the "Maybe Match" and earning a title shot, Oliver Last jumps straight from Last place on the card to main event!  Scully puts his newly won Frenzy Championship on the line after having emerged victorious for the second straight show in a row.  Is this the beginning of a big winning streak?  Can SUPER SCATBEAR prove to be a fair and impartial official and show SHain and Jon Taffer that he's much more valuable to the company than regular Scatbear was?

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We open right up to the voice of Dick Wuzzy already sounding like he’s climaxing!

Dick Wuzzy:  I hear we’ve got some big news for everyone!  A HUGE announcement!

Tony Bologna:  You’re not kidding, Dick.  Let’s take you to Tampa, Florida for the biggest announcement in XWF history!

Dick Wuzzy:  Oh shit I’m stoked bro.                               

The scene cuts to Tampa, Florida. I275 next to the Westshore Plaza, to be exact. The words Spearmint Rhino were lit up in a sky blue with white lights inside the letters to emulate the look of diamonds. 

....If only. 

The camera takes us inside the club. It takes us through the tile lobby, past the guarded ropes with the douchey security guards in suits who think its badass to wear sunglasses inside, at night, and over the cheetah print carpeting. Our interactive journey takes us past a blue and purple lit stage as a whore in a G String swings around a mounted pole in the middle of a square stage. 

There were several men, many of whom haven't been laid since the last bicentennial, sitting around the stage, dumping their mortgage payments at her feet like she was some sort of slutty demi-God. 

The camera continues to take us up stares and around the corner to a door that says OFFICE in bold lettering. 

A hand reaches out from behind the camera and knocks. The shuffling sounds and muffled voices from within suddenly stop. 

The door opens and behind the desk we see a busty blonde in a lime green blouse and white blazer jacket. Her long blonde hair hung down over her shoulders and her nails were a bright green. 

"Oh, why hello there. My name is Lindy LeVeaux. Some of you may know me as the owner of the Tampa Bay branch of the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's club, but some of you may also know me as the General Manager as the upcoming SAVAGE show. I was given this accolade because I am a natural born leader and have a knack for making money. John Taffer wants to "fix" the XWF, and rebuild a new brand that is bigger and better than the old. For me, I don't have an interest in building a new brand but rather to improve upon a foundation that we have already. That being said, my show, Saturday Night SAVAGE, is going to be a developmental show where stars can rise to fame and glory and build their careers before going over to that other program on Friday Nights to wreak havoc. Oh yes, I am about causing.....you could say....chaos....." 

She smiles, licking her lips. 

"We have made vast steps towards opening a company that is going to make waves in the wrestling community, but that isn't good enough for me. I want to make my OWN waves. I don't want to groom a champion in a large arduous process, I want my champion now and let everyone else compete for a chance to face this champion. Yes, Savage is a developmental show....but to be the best, you have to beat the best."

She reaches under the desk and pulls out a green belt with a gold XWF across it. 

"Let me introduce to you the new SAVAGE Championship......the holder of this title is going to be the best of the best, and have no moral compass. This champion is going to be someone who will stop at nothing to rule with an iron fist and will be the symbol of greatness not just on the show but in the company as a whole........."

Her eyes slide towards something, or someone, off camera. 

"Let me introduce you to the first ever SAVAGE Champion............and my personal hitman........."

The camera turns towards a man sitting in the chair across from her. He has long blonde hair as well, with a black XWF00 tee shirt and jeans. He had a wicked grin on his face.

It was CHRIS CHAOS. 

She reaches out and shakes his hand as he smiles wickedly into the camera before it cuts away.

Dick Wuzzy:  The fuck is this shit?  Where’s the big announcement!

Tony Bologna:  Well at least we didn’t hype a huge huge star only to debut some mid-card jobber like Christian Cage.

Dick Wuzzy:  Good point there.  So what’s this mean anyway?  What did we just see happen?  Somebody given a title for free by a GM?  Well this is XWF after all.

Tony Bologna:  Damn right it is and there’s a new champ in town, Dick!  What a moment!

Dick Wuzzy:  Oh come on.  Get the fuck outta here with that.  What’s next; the guy that empties out all the tampons from the ladies room gets to be a champion too?  C’mon maaan.  Hey blonde bitch how about give me a title too!  Give me the big ol’ booby suckin’ championship cock ring, baby!

Tony Bologna:  Dick!  What the heck has gotten into you?  Don’t talk to a lady like that!

Dick Wuzzy:  She ain’t listening anyway.  They never do.  Now let’s get on with the show before I slap the shit outta you, Tony.       

Tony Bologna:  Oh fuck you, Dick.  Now you’ve got me hot.

The camera finishes panning the arena and now focuses on Dick and Tony as they both perk up and smile!  Now we get the official official welcome we should have gotten at first.

Dick Wuzzy:  “Hello everyone and welcome to XWF’s pay per view extravaganza, REVELATIONS!”

Tony Bologna:  “That’s right folks, tonight we put everything behind us and close the final chapter in the book, that’s why it’s called Revelations Dick, you get it?”

Dick Wuzzy:  “A bible reference, yeah I get it Tony!”

Tony Bologna:  “That’s good because you’ll need to be following along very closely for what I’m about to say is something that is going to blow your fucking mind Dick.  Get ready for tonight's MAIN EVENT!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “What are you talking about?  This is the opening match, Tony??”

Tony Bologna:  “It appears that you are just as fucking stupid as that leave it to beaver haircut lookin’ mother fucker Theo Pryce!  For you see, every match that Peter is in, IS the main event.”

Dick Wuzzy:  “That doesn’t make any logical sense, Tony!  Everyone knows this is just the first match opener on the card.”

Tony Bologna:  “Au contraire Dick, for you see, I have right here….”

Tony pulls a giant slab of iron from out under the desk and slams it on top of the table that is clad together with other pieces of iron like pages in a book by a string.

Tony Bologna:  “Peter Gilmour’s ‘iron clad’ contract that spells it all out right here, Dick!”

Tony opens up the pages of this book made of iron and has chiseled bits of legible scribbling from an ice pick carved in it, and it does indeed explain the entire details of Peter Gilmour’s contract.  Of course it is lengthy and large and it’s a wonder how one man could even lift it onto the table, but somehow he managed.  Tony slaps his pointer finger down on a page that is about halfway through the contract.

Tony Bologna:  “Right here.  Section 45, paragraph 6, verse 564.  Under every circumstance no matter what Peter Gilmour’s match on the card is considered the Main Event.  Therefore and theoretically speaking, this is the MAIN EVENT, Dick!!!!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Damn, thwarted by that fucking iron clad contract again.  How could Theo Pryce and I be so fucking stupid!  That ironclad contracted super dick having big time ratings go getter sadistic wink giving xtreme icon buries Pryce six feet under once again!”

Tony Bologna:  “That’s not just a burial by Peter, Dick.  That’s a fucking CREAMation!  Emphasis on the creamy goodness, Dick.”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Holy shit do I wonder about you sometimes boy.  But let’s get on with that MAIN EVENT, then!  Here we go!”

Kenny Olivier "TwinkleToes McFingerbang"
Peter F'n Gilmour
-vs-
Isabella Ravenwolf
The Prototype
UNASSIGNED* Tag Team Partners!
*This match has been divided up into a tag team match as a result of Kenny Olivier’s promo airing first, and him choosing Peter Gilmour as his partner!

Jim Cornette has agreed to consider both Kenny Olivier AND Peter Gilmour as his clients and is giving them some last minute advice but Kenny just starts staring off into the distance with a twinkle in his eye and starts finger pointing in random directions.

Jim:  Fuck!  Fine, don’t pay attention!

Jim just throws his hands up in dismay, turning to the fans and shaking his head in disgust as many of them agree with him.

Dick Wuzzy:  Oh’hoh man, whatever drugs Kenny’s on, give me the hook up.  Look at his eyes.  Look at his eyes!

Kenny’s eyes are all over the place.  His eyes are looking in 6 different directions at once.  And that’s how he sees The Prototype rushing him from behind and Kenny leapfrogs backwards!  Prototype ends up running through Kenny’s legs allowing Kenny to land behind him and grab his hips with a hard thrust because snapping Prototype back into a lightning fast german suplex!

Here comes Isabella and she has her eyes on Peter Gilmour who isn’t on drugs like Kenny, or at least not nearly as many (or as potent), so he doesn’t see her coming.  Isabella chop blocks Peter’s left knee and he goes down but grabs her in the process, getting his arms locked around her waist and just deadlifting her up into the air and out of the ring to the outside!  

THUD!!!

Dick Wuzzy:  Damn!  Gilly just threw that hot little demon girl right out on her ass!  I wonder if she needs assistance?

Tony Bologna:  Careful, Dick.  You might catch the bug.  She looks like she’s got every disease known to man.

Gilmour goes out of the ring and stomps on Isabella a few times, then pulls her up and whips her into the ring post.  Then whips her into the ring post again.  Then does it a third time, even harder, following up behind her to SMASH her head into the post extra hard this time! 

She’s busted open!

Tony Bologna:  Peter Gilmour just busted a bitch wide open!

Dick Wuzzy:  Oh my god!  Someone call the grown men that hang on Twitter all day obsessing over him!

Peter Gilmour hears a fan in the front row calling his name over and over so Gilly finally turns violently toward the fan and yells “WHAT!”

Then the fan shows Gilmour his phone which has Twitter pulled up on it, and it’s a bunch of grown men trying to make fun of another grown man on Twitter.  Even right now, Gilmour’s subjects are so controlled by him, that they’re talking about him while he’s beating Isabella’s face in with his boot.

Gilmour laughs at the tweets and keeps caving Isabella’s face in with rapid toe kicks while she’s wedged on the mat with the ring post behind her head so there’s nowhere for her face to move.

Tony Bologna:  Wow, imagine sitting on Twitter as an adult and posting about a grown man you claim to NOT like.  

Dick Wuzzy:  No thanks I’m not fucking retarded.

Meanwhile back in the ring, Kenny has entered “happy feet mode” and is skipping and prancing all over the ring just running circles around The Prototype.  Kenny zooms past Prototype who tries to spin around to see where he’s going but by the time he does, Kenny is already fluttering up and over his head and landing on the top rope!

Dick Wuzzy:  Ha ha ha what in the living fuck?  Is this guy really part fairy?

Kenny leaps from the top rope and flips toward Prototype, catching him with a flying kick straight out of Mortal Kombat that sends Prototype flying back and hitting the far corner hard.

Tony Bologna:  Wow!  What a move!  But Jim doesn’t look pleased…

Kenny starts to kind of hop in place while he gets a running-in-place start like he’s a cartoon character, and when he finally takes off he bounces hard off the far ropes and comes flying toward Prototype with one hell of a V TRIGGER!

Tony Bologna:  That flying knee just knocked Prototype right to the outside!

Jim Cornette is screaming at his client and looks ready to whack him with his tennis racquet.

Cornette:  Stop with the twinkle-toes’ing all over the fuckin’ place, you video game playing twat!  This is supposed to be a wrestling match!

Kenny’s eyes are bigger than ever and he’s possibly on heavy doses of speed and cocaine as he is now finger pointing in every direction so quickly that his arms and pointy fingers are all one big blur around his entire body!

Jim Cornette throws his hands up in dismay and shakes his head, walking over to Peter Gilmour to try his luck there.  He sees Gilmour taking Isabella’s face and scraping it against the exposed concrete under the ringside mat, and blood is EVERYWHERE.  

Cornette:  Just great!  On one side we’ve got the mother of all fairydust snorting ballerina acts, and on the other we have some fuckin’ guy permanently disfiguring some poor girl that doesn’t belong in the business to begin with!  Fuck…me!

Tony Bologna:  Poor Jim must be in hell right now having to be a part of this.

Kenny rolls Prototype back into the ring as Peter does the same with the bloodied Isabella Ravenwolf.  Gilmour and Olivier look at each other and they switch victims, with Gilmour running toward Prototype and catching him with a HUGE Gilmour Cutter that almost breaks his neck!  And here comes Kenny Olivier with his own finisher as he lifts Isabella up onto his shoulders and hits…

Jim Cornette:  The One Winged Fairy!  Thank god this shit show can finally come to an end!

Peter Gilmour and Kenny Olivier with the double pin Prototype and Ravenwolf respectively…

...1

...2

...THREE!

Winners:  Peter F’n Gilmour and Kenny “TwinkleToes McFingerbang” Olivier

After the match Kenny and Peter continue beating the shit out of Isabella and Prototype.  

Jim Cornette:  Oh for fuck’s sake now of course we have to have the afterbirth.  Can’t just let the match end!  No sir we need more!

Jim’s pissed the hell off as he just walks to the back in disgust.

Meanwhile Kenny and Peter are doing some serious work on these two they just defeated in the opening main event. We’ve got stomps to faces, kicks to ribs, and a bunch of knees to Isabella’s groin for whatever reason.  

*thud*

Kenny:  It doesn’t feel like this guy even has anything there!

*thud* *thud*

Kenny’s talking about Isabella’s groin which he is in the process of kneeing repeatedly.  Peter looks confused.

*thud* 

Peter:  Uh she’s a girl you dumbfuck.

*thu- no wait Kenny stops and his eyes POP the fuck out…

Kenny:  WHAAAAT?

He looks down at Isabella and shrugs.

…

Dick Wuzzy:  Oooooookay then.  Well at least Kenny’s got his first XWF win!  What a great night after he also retained his AEW championship earlier!

Tony Bologna:  Don’t advertise the competition!

Dick Wuzzy:  At least I’m not advertising them for free by crying and whining all over Twitter like a fucking loser while I try to pick on Peter Gilmour!

Tony Bologna:  Good point, Dick!  Might as well just kill yourself if you’re a part of a queer circle of ear biters that engage in shit like that!

Dick Wuzzy:  So anyway what match is next?

Tony Bologna:  It’s our first triple threat of the evening!  We’ve got Brian Storm, the lovely Chariti, and the debuting Daku Suzuki!

Brian Storm
Vs
Chariti
Vs
Daku Suzuki
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall to a Finish
First pin or submission wins the match.  Standard rules apply.  If somebody happens to get DQ'd, the match continues with the remaining two participants.  Will Chariti or Brian Storm be able to take the win and use this match as a springboard up the ladder, or will newcomer Daku Suzuki prove to be an immediate difference maker and claim his debut victory?

Brian Storm comes in riding a clydesdale with a corncob pipe in his mouth, twirling a lasso high above his head. He rides the horse down the ramp and around the ring, back to the end of the ramp, jumps off, smacks the horse in the ass and the horse runs up the ramp, returning to its place backstage. Then Brian tosses his lasso in a corner and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope, gets up and waits for the fight to start. 

Dick Wuzzy:  I’m so glad we have horses running around here, Tony.  What the fuck.

Next, Chariti comes to the ring, strutting arrogantly, while checking herself out in a mirror ala Cameron. She gets in the ring and is greeted with a freestanding mirror which she checks herself out in it. 

Rio Grande by Mezcaleros plays over the sound system as you hear the revs of the motorcycle as you see Daku ride out of the curtain and stops his Suzuki Harley style motorcycle that's got blue and black colours with his motorcycle club, The Cutting Blades name with a spider with knives all over it. Daku does his typical knife cut symbol with the fans booing him as he then continues to ride down to the ramp with flames coming out the side of the stage. He goes around once on his Suzuki bike before he stops it right on the right outside of the ramp and turns the engine off with placing his jacket onto it. 

Tony Bologna:  I’m liking the looks of this guy, Dick!

All three opponents meet in the center of the ring and then, this is heard... 

"Go bRiaN! Whoo! You can do it! Destroy those fucking losers!" 

Dick Wuzzy:  Haha what the hell?  We got some crackheads over here?

Cameras pan to see an entire section of the audience, devoted to what seems to be "supporters" of bRiaN sTorM. One in particular appears to be visibly smoking a blunt as he raises his fist up high, in support of the "hometown hero". Daku Suzuki and Chariti both roll their eyes as bRiaN raises his fist in response to a chorus of cheers. From there the ref signals to the official bell ringer and by the chime of that bell this fight... begins! 

Suzuki, sTorM and Chariti circle in the center of the ring and tension is high, who will strike first? This role falls onto Suzuki, as he initially begins trading blows with bRiaN, after grabbing Chariti by the face and shoving her backwards onto the mat. Daku catches bRiaN with a hard right jab, followed by a mean left hook and a knee to the ribs. bRiaN buckles and Suzuki goes for an uppercut but sTorM catches it and uses it, to push himself upright, before delivering a headbutt. Daku stumbles backwards and is taken down by a Leg Sweep from Chariti. 

Dick Wuzzy:  That’s my girl.

Tony Bologna:  You wish, Dick!

Chariti climbs atop Suzuki and starts riddling him with a fury of fists to the face. She is relentless and despite multiple efforts, Suzuki can't ward off the attack. So he powers through it, grabs Chariti by the shoulders and headbutts her. Not once. Not twice. But thrice. Chariti flops to the side, holding her cranium and Suzuki pops up to his feet. Only to get socked directly in the button by bRiaN sTorM. Back down goes Suzuki! As blood spurts from his nose and mouth! That was quite a hefty blow, from our "hometown hero".

 bRiaN reaches down and yanks Daku up by the scruff of his hair, hitherto punching him in the face. Right before, pulling him into the position needed, in order to deliver a Belly To Belly Suplex. Suzuki crashes to the canvas but then, so does bRiaN sTorM, right after Chariti hits him in the nards with her fist. bRiaN drops to his knees, cradling his cranberries and Chariti, gets to her feet. Then cracks him in the side of the skull with a Roundhouse Kick. sTorM drops to the side and Chariti reaches down, in order to pull the big man to his feet, but struggles. 

 Using both hands she attempts to pull bRiaN from the canvas and as this occurs, Suzuki rises. Absolutely distracted in her efforts, Chariti fails to notice Daku or his activity. To her impending downfall. Rather literally. Suzuki assesses the situation here, nods to himself and then, rushes to the ropes. Ascending them with ease, he perches himself atop the top turnbuckle... for but an instant and then, launches himself off into a Moonsault! The move connects with pristine precision. Knocking Chariti straight into bRiaN as Suzuki's body hits both. 

 Slowly, Suzuki pushes himself upward and maintains a standing position. Shaking the butterflies outta his head in the process. Gradually Chariti uses her fists to push herself upright and staggers back a bit, clearly affected by that tremendous blow. sTorM lays there motionless yet breathing. He seems to have been forced into a momentary nap. Turning her sights to Suzuki, Chariti has but seconds to avoid a Spear. Which she fails to do and slams directly into the ring post. Crumbling against Daku, he then takes her down with a Spike DDT! Instantly transitioning into a Crossface!

Tony Bologna:  Impressive!  

Dick Wuzzy:  He’s got it locked in tight!

Chariti screams as Daku wrenches the hold tighter. The audience is in awe, gasping at the very sight. Wailing even more, Chariti's screams of suffering, only make Suzuki latch on tighter and yank back. As this occurs, bRiaN sTorM begins to stir and then jumps up to his feet like he was being called into action, by an unknown force needing his help. For instance if someone were to scream "bRiaN" when in danger, with the exception that now, instead of helping, he sees a prime time to storm, over to Suzuki and Chariti and start stomping on the back of Suzuki's skull. The hold is broken and Daku falls atop Chariti.

 One more stomp to the skull, for good measure and bRiaN hurries to the ropes. Oh no! This giant man is attempting to climb them! Admittedly though, he does very well, considering his size. Then goes for a leg Drop / senton bomb looking dive off the top rope. He connects with both Suzuki and Chariti but unfortunately feeling the pain himself as he rolls to his side. All three opponents now lay on the canvas, breathing heavily. 

But then somehow Brian musters up the strength to attempt that move again!  He climbs up again… This time he goes for Chariti!

Chariti moves!

CRASH!  Chariti uses this chance to pull Brian up and deliver a huge backstabber!  She’s looking ready to finish him off now as she pulls him up yet again, but instead she’s caught from behind by Daku Suzuki with a club to the back and then nails her with THE KNIFE CUTTER!  

Tony Bologna:  He nailed his devastating variation of the swinging reverse STO!

The momentum keeps Chariti rolling out of the ring as Daku quickly turns to Brian and locks in a rear naked choke which he calls The Knife Choke!

Dick Wuzzy:  Daku with his finisher locked in tight!  Brain’s got nowhere to go!

Brian taps out and the ref calls for the bell!

Winner:  Daku Suzuki

 Morbid Angel
Vs
Bonnie Blue
Vs
Chris Chaos
Triple Threat Match, 1 Fall to a Finish
No F'n Rules AT ALL.  The "1 fall" occurs by first blood, KO, pin, or submission.  This one could be over VERY quickly or end up going all over the arena!

The bell rings and Chaos explodes out of the cornner. He takes Bonnie down with a clothesline, sending her to her back. He shifts on his feet and he and Morbid begin exchanging blows in the center of the ring. The two XWF "legends" are going back and forth, back and forth, before Chaos gets the slight upper hand. He backs Morbid towards the corner, but on one swing, Morbid ducks, sliding behind Chaos. He locks the arms and pops him back for a suplex. When he comes up, Bonnie plants Morbid in the chest with a drop kick. 

 Bonnie pops back up but Chaos is up too. Morbid is back to his feet. Bonnie goes after Chaos, and he ducks a punch, whipping her into the corner. He runs for a splash but she moves, but walks right into a slam from Morbid. Chaos pops out of the corner and clotheslines Morbid. 

 Tony Bologna: Nobody is able to the upper hand here early. That is why these Triple Threats are tricky.....literally anything can happen. 

 Chaos is back in control as he picks up Bonnie by the hair. He whips her into the corner again. Morbid is back on his feet now. He hits Chaos with an elbow to the side of the head and knocks him against the ropes. He grabs onto the ropes and Morbid tries to toss him over to the outside, but Chaos holds on, trying to counter. Bonnie is out of the corner and lifts Morbid by the legs, who in turn lifts Chaos, and the momentum carries both men over the ropes and tumbling outside. The crowd cheers as Lindy's hand-picked first recruit to Savage looks at the top rope. 

 She climbs to the top as Chaos and Morbid are getting to their feet. Just as both men turn towards the ring, Bonnie leaps off the top and lands on both, taking them both down with a high risk springboard body sault. She landed awkwardly, however and is a tad slow to get up. 

 Tony Bologna: Bonnie going for it all here in the early going. I guess Lindy picking her first to be a member of the new Savage roster has really motivated her!

 Dick Wuzzy: It could have been the hormones, too. Just saying. 

 Morbid and Chaos are getting to their feet. Bonnie tries to stay on the offensive with a hard shot to the head of Chaos but the legend ducks, grabbing her by the head and tossing her into the ring post. Morbid fires a hard shot to the face of Chaos and grabs him by the hair, throwing him into the opposite ring post. 

 Looking at both downed blondes, he grins and slides into the ring. 

 Tony Bologna: Morbid Angel is totally content to win by count-out here!

 Dick Wuzzy: A win is a win, Tone. 

 Then ref is counting. Both Bonnie and Chaos as moving on the outside, reaching for the apron to climb back into the ring. Just as the ref gets to 10, they both make it to the apron and under the ropes. Morbid bounces off and baseball slides, hitting Bonnie and knocking her back out of the ring. Chaos pops up and Morbid kicks him in the gut, going for a DDT but Chris uses a surge of momentum to flip him over his back. Morbid is in a sitting position and Chaos kicks him hard in the small of the back. 

 Morbid winces and grabs at his back. Chaos picks him up, twisting him around and bending him over in a position with his head between Chris's legs, as if he is going to lift him for a powerbomb. But instead, he clubs him hard in the same spot he kicked. Then again. Then again. Chaos then drives Morbid's face down onto his knee, knocking him back up into a standing position before putting him down with a hard standing clothesline. 

 Tony Bologna: That's the vile mean streak we have come to know and love in Chris Chaos. The vile mean streak they tried to stifle in that other, copy-cat XWF. 

 Bonnie blue is back up on the top rope. She leaps off, going for another cross body, but Chaos catches and power slams her to the mat. With an evil grin he covers. 

 1 

2

3---Bonnie gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time! 

 Chaos's grin turns to a snarl. Morbid is up, holding his lower back. He goes for a swing but Chaos ducks under. Fisherman's suplex, with a bridge pin. 

1 

2  

Morbid pops out but his back is clearly in pain. Chaos seems to be getting enjoyment out of causing pain.  

He rolls out of the ring and goes under it, flipping the apron.  

Tony Bologna: CHRIS CHAOS WITH BAD INTENTIONS HERE DICK! 

Dick Wuzzy: Bout time! This match has been a snooze fest.  

As Chaos is rummaging around under the ring, Bonnie and Morbid are doing battle inside the ring. 

 They are both throwing punches, and are wrestling with each other. Chaos grabs something from under the ring. Bonnie has Morbid pressed against the ropes. Chaos then swings with a short-shot and connects to the back of Morbid. 

 A wrench! Its a wrench! 

 He crumbles to one knee as Bonnie looks shocked. She looks down to see Chaos weilding the wrench. He grins, shaking it towards her. She snarls and slides out of the ring. She dares Chaos to hit her with it.  

Tony Bologna: Does she know who she is dealing with here? That's Chris Chaos and he has no qualms with hitting women, he has proven that. 

Dick Wuzzy:  What a pussy.

Chris smiles at her, then hauls off and cracks her with it. She hits the mat like a pile of bricks. Chaos grins again and slides into the ring. He pops up to attack Morbid, who appeared to be itching his balls, but we soon find out what that was. 

 He swings and Chaos is out flat.  

Brass knucks. Morbid Angel had brass knucks!  

He goes for the pin but his back gives way, the wrench shot proving vital. He wastes precious seconds holding his back with a wince before knee-crawling over to the cover. 

1

2 

3---CHAOS kicks out.  

Morbid looks frustrated. Why wouldn't he be?  

Bonnie is back up on the outside. Morbid picks Chaos up by the hair and tosses him into the corner. He goes for another vile strike with the knucks. Chaos ducks. He arm-drags Morbid and in a sitting position tries to take the knucks off his hand. The two wrestle around for a few seconds as Chaos is trying to pry the knucks off of Morbid's hand.  

Bonnie is back in the ring. She has a chair. She cracks Chaos across the face with it, then Morbid. Both men are down. Bonnie looks at the damage around her and smiles.  

She can't decide, however, which one to pin first. She goes to pin Morbid.  

The ref counts to 2

She gets up. 

She pins Chaos. 

2 count. 

She gets up. She seems conflicted on who she wants to take the pin fall. 

She finally decides on Chaos. 

She goes for the pin again. He counters, however, and rolls her up into a small package. 

1 

2

He grabs the tights, exposing her thong. 

3---NO Bonnie pops out. 

 She pops up to a standing position and gets a hard kick to the face from Morbid. 

 Chaos then super kicks Morbid Angel. Grinning, he walks over to the turnbuckle. He begins to take the padding off. He wants to do more damage. 

Once he gets the padding off, he goes to pick Morbid up. He walks him by the head over to the other end turnbuckle that he just took the padding off of. He goes to slam his head against it, but Morbid blocks. Chaos goes to do it again.  

Blocked. 

 Bonnie is back up. 

 She rolls up Morbid from behind but he pops out quickly, landing on his feet. He smiles and shakes his head at her as she backs up. She bumps right into Chaos. She turns around to a sharp right hand. 

 She hits the deck. 

 Morbid, seizing this moment, fires a hard shot to Chaos. He knocks him back against the exposed turnbuckle. Running for a splash, Chaos moves and Morbid's head hits the exposed steel. He wobbles back. 

 Kick the gut. 

 DDT

 Chaos rolls out of the ring again. 

 He grabs a steel chair and slams it shut, sliding back into the ring. 

 Sizing up Morbid, he is almost begging him to get up. 

 He does. Chaos swings, but Morbid ducks. He cracks Bonnie over the head with the chair. Chaos, realizing he missed his target, turns around to a superkick from Morbid, into the chair with crashes into the face of Chaos. 

 Chaos goes down, covering his face. Morbid, realizing he may have drawn blood and could be the winner, tries to roll Chaos over to show the ref. Chaos is fighting rolling over. There is blood dripping onto the mat, visible to the TV viewer but not the ref due to the position he is in. Just when it looks like Morbid is going to get Chaos over, an advertisment comes on the arena screen for Saturday Night Savage. Everyone is distracted, including the ref. He turns to look and Morbid finally gets a bloodied Chaos over. Just as he is about to raise arms in victory, he realizes that the ref is watching the ad.

Wuzzy:  Wake up ref you dumb fucking cunt!

 Just as he is about to stand up, Chaos grabs something from out of his tights and drives it into the skull of Morbid Angel. He grabs his face and goes to one knee and we see its a mini screw driver.  

The ref turns around as the add goes off, sees a bloody Chaos and is going to ring the bell but then realizes Morbid is bleeding also. Looking down at Bonnie, she's been busted open by the chair shot as well.  

Tony Bologna:  The ref isn’t sure what to do here as everyone’s bleeding!  

He decides to throw first blood stip out the window since it can't be a three way elimination, and all three try to get to their feet. Chaos and Morbid get there first. Bonnie is holding the ropes when the wrestling Chaos and Morbid barrell into her like a tornado, knocking all three back over the ropes. It's Morbid who is bleeding the least and is up first. He begins to dismantle the announce table. 

 Tony Bologna: WHOA WHOA WHOA WAIT A MINUTE HERE!

 He yells as Morbid pulls the monitors out of the table. 

 Chaos is back to his feet but wobbly. Morbid grabs him and back body drops him THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

 Chaos is out and the table is in shambles! 

 Bonnie is up and Morbid lays her out with a chair shot. It's total chaos out here, pun intended! 

 Morbid takes a few seconds to survey the carnage, then rolls Bonnie into the ring by her hair. He knows now that she's already bleeding, as is Chaos, so he has to get a pinfall or submission. Chaos is down in the shattered announce table outside so he decides to toy with her for a bit. 

 He drops a knee down across her throat, causing her to kick her legs and grab at her throat as he presses down on her windpipe. Her shoulders hit the mat. 

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He lays off and she pops up. 

He brings the knee down again. 

Her face is turning red despite the blood as she gasps for air. 

The crowd roars. 

Morbid doesn't see it coming and he stands up, getting off Bonnie and snarling as he signals for the kill shot. Just then, OUT OF NOWHERE, a bloody Chris Chaos hits a spear!

Tony Bologna: SPEAR!!!!!!! CHRIS CHAOS HIT THE SPEAR OUT OF OBLIVION! HE DAMN NEAR BROKE MORBID ANGEL IN HALF!

Chaos, exhausted and weak from blood loss however, collapses after he connects and all three lay in the ring as the crowd chants 

"THIS IS AWESOME"

                        Chris drapes an arm over Bonnie!

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...THREEEE!

Winner:  Chris Chaos

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The camera's follow the NEW and IMPROVED XWF Frenzy Champion, Scully in the backstage area with his title around his waist. Scully enters the men's restroom, Super Scatbear is at the sink washing his hands thoroughly. Skull leans against the wall and stares at the Super one.

Scully:  "Super Scatbear isn't it?"

Keeping his eyes focused on his hand washing, Super Scatbear gets right to the nitty gritty.

Super Scatbear:  "You know very well it's me and that I'm reffing your match tonight Scully.  Now what can I do for you son?"

Skull scoffs, "Son?" He pauses, "Okay dad! Here's the deal, I'm the champ around here, the only Champion. Nevermind trying to impress SHain and Taffer. Nevermind following them around like flies on shit. You should be trying to impress Scully? Do you know why?"

He finishes washing his hands, which takes quite a bit longer as he's incredibly thorough.  He walks over to the hand dryer and responds with, "And why is that?" before activating the dryer so Scully has to yell over the sound of it.

Scully by this point had stood straight, he was no longer leant against the wall. His patience is wearing thin, Scully raised his voice, "I'll tell you why, pal. If you think you're going to count to three and cost me my title, you have another thing coming. I will make your life hell if you even try that shit. You're gonna count to three for me. And that's it. If you do that, hell I'll even give you a title shot on the next Frenzy?"

Super Scatbear finishes drying his hands and looks down at the title.  He gently places an open hand against the plate and looks longingly into Scully's eyes.

Super Scatbear:  "You know there was a time in my life that a man like me would have done anything for a man like you if it meant having a chance to take his belt off at the end of the night, but I'm working hard to make things right in my life and get back on track after being falsely accused of heinous acts I can't even say without throwing up.  I'm a good, clean man.  And here you are asking me to sin.  Asking to tarnish the Super Scatbear name.  And I just can't have it....  but maybe you could have me."

He motions with his eyes over to the nearest open stall.  Scully looks at the stall then back to Super Scatbear.

Scully:   "I am not gay. But I am open minded. So tell me, what do you mean exactly? I don't want to make assumptions."

Super Scatbear winks.

Super Scatbear:  "What happens in these stalls, stays in these stalls, trust me.  So if what you're saying is you don't want to go down during your match against Oliver, maybe you can go down on me instead?"

He offers the most subtle of unsubtle winks and starts toward the stall.  He enters it, waiting for Scully...

Super Scatbear:  "But otherwise, I'm afraid we got nothing to talk about, son, because I ain't gay and I ain't about to sin for you if you won't sin for me first to absolve it."

Skull smirks, "Well I'm glad you've said all of that. See this bad boy here!"

Scully points at his XWF 24/7 Frenzy Championship. He then presses a button on the middle of the gold plate.  Super Scatbear looks nervous as he glances down at it.

Scully:   "I had a recorder Installed. So if you don't mind, I'll pass. I'm just going to take this to those morons Taffer and SHain. See if this impresses them."

Super Scatbear is panicking, breathing heavily and taking a few hits from his inhaler.

Super Scatbear:  “Fine.  What do you want?  I need this f’n job.”

Skull winks, knowing Super Scatbear knows damn well what he wants, and then turns his back before exiting the restroom door. Scully had totally manipulated Super Scatbear.

Super Scatbear starts toward the door to follow him out into the halls but then thinks twice, realizing he's butt naked and unimpressively flaccid.  He just cracks it open a tad, peeping and watching as Scully disappears around a corner.  He mumbles to himself…

Super Scatbear:  "Dirty rotten sinners.  I see it's gonna be hard to stay clean around these parts."

The door closes as he vanishes back into the restroom to continue "washing up" for his referee duties later tonight.

Dick Wuzzy:  Well that was creepy as fuck, Tony.

Tony Bologna:  Not as creepy as supporting a pedo would be, so at least there’s that.

Dick Wuzzy:  No shit.  Only an uneducated hillbilly dipshit wouldn’t see the difference.  

Tony Bologna:  Indeed.  Now let’s shift gears away from that nonsense and move on toward the battle of two of the biggest stars any XWF has ever seen!  

Dick Wuzzy:  But first a word from our sponsor!  

Tony Bologna:  Oh wow, who is it this time?

Dick Wuzzy:  Some other XWF!

Tony Bologna:  Huh?  How many XWF’s have there been in wrestling?  Are they all called X-treme Wrestling Federation?

Dick Wuzzy:  Yeah and apparently “XWF” is known as the absolute least creative name for a wrestling company in history.  Why the fuck are we hanging on to it anyway?

Tony Bologna:  I don’t know but let’s have a look at these new XWFers!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uP3zNuKx_Uo

Dick Wuzzy:  Wow!  

Maddy
Vs
Unknown Soldier
Texas T-Girl Tea-Bag Tornado Match

Tony Bologna:  “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen although I’m guessing for most of you you’ll wish you would have taken a longer piss break.”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Or one of the infamous SHain bathroom breaks where he disappears at the beginning of the show and never comes back.”

Tony Bologna:  “I can tell you this much, I certainly wish I didn’t have to call this match and in fact, we will be joined in the booth by none other than Jim Cornette tonight as he is also being forced to call this match I’m guessing as some sort of punishment.  Welcome to the booth Jim, and thank god you’re here because I guess you are going to be explaining the rules of this match?”

Jim Cornette:  “Unfortunately yes!!!  As part of this shitty 90 day contract where I have to manage FingerFuck McShitbang I’m being forced to come out here and explain this absolute embarrassment for a match stipulation.  I mean seriously, what kind of sick fuck actually thinks of soemthing this dispicable and disgusting.  It’s embarrassing Dick!  It’s god damn fucking embarassing!”  

Dick Wuzzy:  “I couldn’t agree with you more Jim!  I mean seriously is Vince Russo in the back on ecstasy writing this nonsense!”

Jim Cornette:  “I was thinking the same thing, but then I thought long and hard about it, something Vince Russo is actually incapable of doing by the way, and I realized that not even HE is that ridiculous and offensive!  That good ol’ conservative little christian boy wouldn’t even allow for something this downright treacherous!”

Tony Bologna:  “Well let’s get on with it then Jim.  Explain this nonsense and let’s get this deplorable match over with as fast as possible.”

Jim Cornette:  “Alright, well apparently there will be four men who identify as women sitting in all four ring corner posts with their sweaty disgusting ball sacks exposed and dripping down beneath the bottom row of the turnbuckle in all four corners.  And since we all know that everything is bigger in Texas that these eight testicles will certainly be of a large size and stature!  There will be cowboy hats slung out all over the ring and in order to win you will need to be wearing a cowboy hat and then lasso your opponent and swing them around inside the ring so that they are Tea - bagged.  Yes I said that right..  TEA - BAGGED!!!  By all four transvestites in each corner of the ring.”

Dick Wuzzy:  “May god have mercy on our souls, ladies and gentlemen.”

“Hail Satan” by Crucifyre blares over the X-tron and the demon dicked defiler Unknown Soldier shows up from behind the curtains.  He runs down to the center of the ring and draws a pentagram in the center of the ring with a red crayon he pulled from out of his pocket. He then prays to SATAN!  with all four of the transvestites in the center of the ring as the arena goes into complete blackness.

Tony Bologna:  “I don’t think that’s going to happen, as our first competitor is none other than Unknown Soldier.  The epitome of evil, Dick!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “What kind of expose the business trailer park trash Jerry Springer-ish type of nonsense is this anyways!  We might as well have midgets beating off in garbage cans in the center of the ring for ten minutes and it would probably be more entertaining then this shit show!”

Jim Cornette:  “I couldn’t have said it any better myself, Dick!  I mean managing twinkletits McFuckface is one thing, I mean that guy wrestled a little girl and an invisible man, but this is on a whole nother’ level of depravity!”

Suddenly ‘God Hates a Coward” by Tomahawk plays over the X-tron and Maddy comes out wearing a t-shirt with only the rainbow flag on the front of it.  He sprints inside the ring and gives a very Hulk Hogan-ish pose as he tears the t-shirt in half and rips it off his chest and tosses it into the crowd.  A shower of boos from the crowd and the transvestites rains on top of him and even a bunch of garbage and trash is being thrown at him.  

Tony Bologna:  “This is more like Hulk Hogan then we even realize except Maddy went from mega heel to super mega ultra heel turn.”

Jim Cornette:  “Don’t even put Hogan’s name in the vicinity of this shitty spectacle.  It’s an absolute disgrace what that man just did in that ring just now.  I’d rather watch the Young Bucks wrestle two dogs fucking then continue to see what’s about to happen here today.”

Tony Bologna:  “Well the only way to get this over is to get it started, as the two men begin circling the ring and the transvestites get into ‘Tea - bagging position’ in all four corners of the ring

DING DING DING!!

Dick Wuzzy:  “There’s the bell, and the two rush to try and tackle the other immediately but both duck under the other and avoid the others clothesline.”

Jim Cornette:  “Here we fucking go I guess, who the fuck would watch this?”

Tony Bologna:  “Right now the live ratings are coming in and in fact, you are right Jim, this is the lowest they have ever been since announcing the arrival of Peter Gilmour in XWF.  In fact, right now only one person is actually watching this match and we can only assume that it’s Barney Green!”

Jim Cornette:  “Well no woman in their right mind would watch this, my guess is all the female fans of Peter’s have tuned out for this sick perverted little freak festival we’re about to put on here tonight!’

Dick Wuzzy:  “He does get all the ratings, Jim!  They just can’t get enough of that super dick!”

Jim Cornette:  “Speaking of super dick, Maddy and Soldier lock up in the center of the ring and Maddy flings him over into the corner of the black tranny who’s packing just as much heat as ol’ Gilly and Soldier’s face flops right into the front of his flaps!”

Maddy sees an opening and delivers a few dropping elbows to a downed Soldier drowning in black balls in the corner.  Maddy grabs Soldier by his long blonde hair and then headbutts him directly in the face.  A drop of blood slides down his face and Soldier licks it with his tongue and a sadistic and determined look comes across his face like Popeye had just eaten his spinach or Hogan just began Hulking up!  He smashes Maddy’s head between his two arms 666 times and then snap mares maddy over his shoulder.  He runs to the opposite side of the ring and flings himself off the ropes and then Unknown Soldier leaps and lands a standing moonsault right on top of Maddy spinning backwards and twisting himself and fidgeting the entire time like the deranged meth head crack fiend that he is.  

The crowd of only about six people who haven’t already excused themselves from inside the arena cheer vehemently for Soldier as he rises to his feet first again while Maddy is still down and out.  All the rest of the fans are waiting in the concession stand and drinking heavily in hopes of erasing any memory of this match from their minds before they go out to watch the main event.  

One of the fans still in the arena tosses Soldier a cowboy hat from out in the stands.  He catches it with his teeth as  Maddy is just starting to rise to his feet and Soldier notices this and grabs the cowboy hat and shoves it over Maddy’s face.  He then drop kicks him to the ground and then runs up and laughs wickedly in Maddy’s face like Peter Gilmour does when he cues out the end of his promos.  

Jim Cornette:  “Are you kidding me?  Someone stop this tomfoolery!”

Soldier reaches down to pick up Maddy by the shoulder, but Maddy was prepared and he just starts choking Soldier looking right into his eyes.  Gripping his two hands around Soldier’s neck and diggins his fingertips in and squeezing as tightly as he can.

Dick Wuzzy:  “He’s going to kill that little SATAN!  worshipping sadomasochist!”

Jim Cornette:  “Good, let him, then hopefully will never have to witness something as ridiculous and embarrassing as this again!”  

Soldier’s face is beginning to turn blue and then purple as Maddy’s bites down on his lip and glares deeply into Soldier’s eyes.  That bite unfortunately allowed a small amount of blood to drip off his chin and into Soldier’s mouth.  Once again he is rejuvenated and begins ‘blooding up’ and just before he can collapse from lack of oxygen he bashes maddy over the head as one of the transvestites handed him an empty beer glass to use as a weapon.  Smashing it over Maddy’s head 666 times!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “is that allowed in this match, Jim?”

Jim Cornette:  “There are four men dressed up as women exposing themselves  to everyone right now and you’re asking me if that’s illegal?”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Point taken.”

Maddy falls to the ground unconscious and Unknown Soldier sees an ample opportunity as the other transvestites bring the other necessary objects to help him win this fight.  One of them brings him a cowboy hat and the other a lasso.  Soldier is still a bit winded from being almost choked to death but eventually rises to his feet and accepts the items that were being shoved at him.  Still stumbling but eventually he gets to his feet and places the ratty old cowboy hat on his head and starts waving the lasso in the air above his head!  

Jim Cornette:  “No….  no…. No   this can’t be happening!!!”

Jim says shaking his head and burying his face between his hands.  Soldier releases the lasso and it entangles it around Maddy’s feet.  Wrangling him with ease as if he were Arthur Morgan in Red Dead Redemption 2!

Jim Cornette:  “Someone stop this infernal nonsense right now!  What kind of expose the business shit is this!”

Maddy starts to come alive a bit as his eyes open but Soldier steps back and fires off a wicked Haduken just like Ryu, fuck Ken, in Street Fighter that invisibly hits Maddy in the face and knocks him down again unconscious.  At that moment Kenny Olivier, Jim Cornettes’ client comes running down to the ring.

Twinkletoes McFingerbang:  “Hey that’s my move!”

Kenny Olivier fires off another Haduken at Maddy who sells it like he just got struck by lightning.

Jim Cornette:  “WITH THE VIDEO GAME SHIT TOO!!  NUH UH!  NO FUCKING WAY BUB!”

Kenny Olivier fades back up the ramp firing fireballs at Mady who keeps selling it more than HBK would a Hulk Hogan match before slowly exiting the arena.  

Dick Wuzzy:  “Take it easy Jim, your blood vessels are going to pop out of your forehead.”

Soldier starts swinging Maddy around the ring by the lasso faster and faster until he’s under one transvestite's ball sack, but before he can continue it looks like Jim Cornette has in fact climbed over the table and he’s hell bent on ending this silly ridiculous nonsense..  Cornette cuts the lasso and grabs a microphone as Maddy is seen trying to stand up but in a very dizzy state just keeps falling over.  Soldier is firing off finger bullets out into the crowd of six people who are falling over dead by the invisible bullets.  

Jim Cornette:  “Enough if enough!  This match is over! I’m ending it before this gets anymore ridiculous and embarrassing to the wrestling business!!!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “You can’t just end the match Jim.  We need a winner.”

Jim’s head goes from left to right, back and forth between Soldier and Maddy as if he’s torn at which one to choose.  He notices Maddy’s swastika tattoo on his shirtless body after he tore the rainbow flag t-shirt off his chest before the match began and then comes to what appears to be a decision.  

Jim Cornette:  “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but the winner is this Insane Clown Posse outlaw mud show lookin’ wrestler.”

Dick Wuzzy:  “You mean Unknown Soldier.”

Jim Cornette:  “Sure whatever, now can I just get in my truck and get some Wendy’s and get the fuck out of here!  FUCK!”

Tony Bologna:  “I’ll allow it!  You heard it here folks, Soldier wins and this match is officially over!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Thank god that’s over huh Jim…..  Jim?”

The X-tron cuts to the parking lot where Jim Cornette is already in his truck and ate half of a triple double cheeseburger with extra everything on it.  He flips off the camera and speeds off down the highway.

Tony Bologna:  “That didn’t take him long to get out of here!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “And now that’s over the stadium is beginning to fill back up again as we prepare for our main event.”

Tony Bologna:  “I think I’m going to throw up!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “You might want to wait a few minutes, I think I just saw those trannys heading to the bathroom.”

Tony Bologna:  “Which bathroom did they go into?  The blue one or the pink one??”

Dick Wuzzy:  “There’s just one bathroom Tony.”

Tony Bologna:  “Oh yeah, right.”

Winner:  UNKNOWN SOLDIER

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Jon Taffer presents

THE BIG REVEAL we’ve all been waiting for!

Our next scene cuts to the outside of the arena where a bunch of the XWF wrestlers are all blindfolded and turned away from Jon Taffer who is the only person not blindfolded, staring at a bunch of them wandering around like lost puppies and becoming very agitated, especially Maddy.

Maddy:  “Take this fucking scarf off of my head, do I look like a fuckin’ Arab to you Taffer?”

Jon Taffer:  “Calm down asshole, this is the big reveal after I rescued your wrestling federation.”

Maddy whips out his pink glock and fires off a couple shots into the air..  Scully, Peter Gilmour, and Chariti all scatter who were standing next to him to avoid getting shot.  Running around aimlessly as blind as a bat like chickens with their heads cut off.  Taffer very calmly and with little to no regard reaches over and grabs the weapon and puts it in his pocket.  He yells out and the crowd surrounding maddy stops dead in their tracks.  

Jon Taffer:  “The reason you were all blindfolded is because that’s what I do in every episode of Wrestling Federation Rescue.  I’m about to unveil your new wrestling fed for you after I had my team of geniuses go through and fix everything wrong with this XWF shit hole!”

Maddy:  “Give me back my gun!”

Maddy insists yelling out to nobody standing in front of him and still blindfolded and reaches out grasping at the air as if it were possibly right out in front of him.  Taffer ignores him and continues his speech.

Jon Taffer:  “This was probably my toughest rescue to date ladies and gentlemen, and I know I say that literally every show that I do, but it’s really the truth in this instance here folks.  We’ve been through alot in the XWF in these many years of its existence, but it’s time for us all to move on and accept that it’s time to let it die.  That’s why I named the pay per view Revelations.  So that we could all close the final chapter and move on with our lives and write a whole new story in a whole new book in a whole new world in a whole new universe!  A place to call your own!  A place where douchebag dick head demegogues can’t tell you what to do anymore!  SHain!”

The camera cuts to HOGM eating the blind fold.

SHain:  “Yes Mr. Taffer?”

Jon Taffer:  “Wouldn’t you like to stand in front of something and be proud to be an owner once again.  Are you not tired of playing in a kiddie pool of scat and sad memories with shit heads that only wish to suck from the loins of your previous success?  Don’t all you employees and bartenders want to work somewhere that is invigorating, and exciting, and new and not some cookie cutter sack of shit wrestling federation that might as well be carved out from a blueprint from the year 1995.  

SHain:  “Yeah, that’s why I brought you in here so you can fix all that shit and I can just sit back and do nothing and act like I care.”

Jon Taffer:  “What did you just say?”

SHain:  “I said, yes!  Thank you sir for all your help!”

Jon Taffer:  “That’s what I thought you said.  But I won’t keep you any longer folks, go ahead and turn around and remove your blindfolds.  Look at see what I’ve built for you!”

Everyone except Maddy removes their blind folds, as Maddy is seen still wandering aimlessly asking for his gun, grasping his fingers and hands in the air very focused on recovering his death device.

To all their excitement Jon Taffer reveals an amazing new wrestling federation, completely re constructed and beautiful as ever.  It’s almost as if he completely tore down the original and re made the entire thing from scratch.  We then focus in on a very foreboding scene as some people look back at us from the other side of the universe................................

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Peter Gilmour:  “The Evil Federation?  What’s that?  And who the fuck are those people?”

Jon Taffer:  “That’s your new wrestling federation name Peter, THE EVIL FEDERATION!  And those people are some of your new friends which you’ll meet at our very next show!”

Peter Gilmour:  “But what about XWF?  I like saying X a lot.”

Jon Taffer:  “Peter, the XWF is dead!  That name is nothing but a filthy disgusting turd of a disgrace of a land that was once free and fair, but is now an absolute cesspool of cunts clawing at each other's necks in a constant power struggle circle.  The name also was always dumb as shit anway and was pathetic with how it tried to be ‘edgy’.  The name sounds like exactly what it is...a 13 year old kid in 1999 who would think it is cool to misspell the word extreme.  If I had to guess I would say this person now probably attends all the monster truck shows he can and watches a lot of Sons of Anarchy on television.”

Scully:  “The word Xtreme is misspelled?”

Jon Taffer:  “Yeah, you guys didn’t know that?  It’s also not even an original or unique misspelling.  It’s little kid shit, just slapping an X in front of something.”

The entire crowd, especially SHain is absolutely bewildered by Taffer’s last statement almost as if a light bulb had turned on above their heads like they were characters in a Sims computer game.  

Jon Taffer:  “You see guys, you are at your best when you’re the biggest heels in the entire world of wrestling federations and it’s time we start to build a place that reflects that if we are going to succeed in the near future.  Remember your glory days?  Remember having THREE full shows that were each weekly and had their own rosters?  Remember having a company filled with go-getters instead of charisma vacuums that just troll on twitter all day with multiple accounts?  Remember being a wrestling federation that made people SUFFER if they crossed you or your team?  At the XWF’s absolute peak, you were at your nastiest!  Hell, you had a weekly show called SHOVE IT and you had a GM who was a North Korean War Criminal for god’s sake!  You were THE SHIT in every worst way but that transferred into you guys being THE SHIT in every right way for those ratings and new signees, remember?

SHain:  I do.  

Jon Taffer:  Evil Federation captures that comradery you all have working together, and it’s catchy and unique and many will come to see and witness the horrors and creativity in the stories we all tell in the EVIL FEDERATION as we all move forward in our wrestling careers!  There’s nothing else like it in the rest of the world of wrestling today, which has done nothing but become dull, stale, monotonous, and robotic.  We are a little bit different and we are considered the outcasts by simpletons with pre-programmed thoughts, but the free and creative thinkers that dare to be a little bit BETTER than the norm will seek us out!.  THey will see our mark and they will find us, for we are the Evil Federation and the future of the E-Fed universe!  What a ring that has to it:  The Evil Federation.  THE….. E-Fed.”

Peter’s getting amped up and he blurts out. 

Peter Gilmour:  “I am one evil son of a bitch, Jon!”

Jon Taffer:  “Damn right, Peter!  I don’t think I’ve seen anyone laugh and smile as wickedly as you!”

Morbid Angel:  “So we’re an……..ummmmm……. E-Fed?”

Jon Taffer:  “That’s right Morbid Angel, we’re now called THE E-Fed!  The EVIL FEDERATION!”

Morbid Angel:  “Why change the name, I don’t get it?”

Jon Taffer:  “You will understand more in time, my child as more of this unique concept will be explained in greater detail in the days to come.  But just know that I always change the name of every bar and every wrestling federation that I rescue.  Some idiots should have realized that way back when this whole story started, but I guess they're happy to jump right into self-troll mode and make complete fools of themselves for months instead.”

SHain:  “Holy shit that’s hilarious but sad at the same time.  I mean hello you’ve been here how long now, Jon?  And it’s been clear since the get go that you were saving our fed just like you save bars, which you always change the names of on the last day as well.  Hmmmm, (sounding like a resident of Loser Lane)  durrr I neva saw dis comin’ dough!”

Morbid Angel suddenly jumps in with his thoughts after taking some time to process this new upgrade.

Morbid Angel:  “I am pretty fuckin’ evil myself so I guess it kind of makes sense.  I LIKE IT!  EVIL FEDERATION FOREVER!!”

Jon Taffer:  “That’s the spirit my boy! Plus, now you don’t have to differentiate to people and fans if your promo is being directed at the fake-censored-but-pedo-friendly XWF, or the uncensored within reason yet still smart enough not to support pedos XWF. Just you wait until I start implementing some changes and flip the entire world of wrestling upside down.  You’ll all be having so much fun you’ll be whistling ‘zippity doo da’ out of your assholes!  I’m Jon Taffer after all, the smartest fucking businessman alive!”

Maddy:  “Where’s my gun?”

Morbid Angel rips off Maddy’s blind fold and Maddy runs up to Jon Taffer and demands his gun back.  Taffer obligues and Maddy attempts to shoot Taffer in the head, but the gun is empty.  Taffer took out all the bullets.  

Jon Taffer:  “Look Maddy, you said you wanted a place that wasn’t so congested and full of useless bullshit and didn’t look like it was designed by Keaunu Reeves in The Matrix, take a look at what I’ve built for you!”

Maddy:  “The Evil Federation, eh?”

Jon Taffer:  “Yeah, instead of being one of 500 different XWF’s, you’ll be an Evil Federation, what do you think?”

Maddy:  “Sounds a lot better than Pedo Federation.  Hmmm I’m already forgetting, what were we even called before?”

Jon Taffer:  “Exactly, Maddy.  Ex-fuckin-actly!  I’ve forgotten already!”

Peter Gilmour:  “E-VIL!  E-VIL!  E-VIL!”

Maddy:  “E-Fed, E-Fed, E-Fed! Say it with me Peter!”

Peter and Maddy chant it goldberg style:  “EEEEEEE-Fed!  EEEEEEEE-Fed!  EEEEEEEEE-Fed!”

Peter takes lead of the chant and starts howling it louder than anything he’s ever howled before as the rest of the Evil Federation follows closely behind him in cue while the scene fades to black with the entire crew screaming the chant at the top of their lungs.  It seems like they all are in unison as the chant gets louder and louder until suddenly Maddy fires a shot out into the air as it must have been still loaded somewhere in the gun.  The crowd disperses as Maddy is firing his gun rapidly into the crowd of those fleeing.  Jon Taffer shakes his head as he watches them all run off like his little kids having recess at the playground.  

Jon Taffer:  “We still got a lot of work to do, but my REVELATIONS are beginning to come into full swing.”  

SHain:  “I’m truly amazed, Mr. Taffer.  I feel like you just gave me something that was ready to fall into my lap anyway but I was just too doped up to see it.  I mean let’s see should we call ourselves XWF9999 because of how many XWFs there are?  Or should we just be something cool that rolls off the tongue and balls like The E-Fed.”

Jon Taffer:  “This is a big day for you, SHain.  It’s like your balls just dropped and your big boy teeth just pushed the baby ones out all over the floor.”

SHain:  “I remember that moment in life.  Such a change overnight.”

Jon Taffer:  “Don’t forget though, the history of the XWF that wasn’t corrupted is still worth protecting and saving.  Let’s make sure we get that copy online sooner rather than later.  It’ll mean a lot to folks to see the history books untarnished.  Just leave out the last year or two.”

SHain:  “Are you telling me to restore XWF history so people have full access to the real version again if they want a trip down memory lane instead of pedo lane?”

Jon Taffer:  “That’s exactly what I’m telling you, but remember that’s just a background goal to shoot for.  What’s more important is making sure your new federation has a website that doesn’t confuse the hell out of everybody.  Something clutter free.  Simple, easy, breathable… instead of a maze of clusterfuckity beyond belief.”

SHain:  “But I don’t want to have to do that myself.  Can’t we just use the old XWF board copy and convert it?  Or use the temporary green slime site longer?  Or maybe do a mirror site on probo-hahaha nevermind I’m not that dense.”

Jon Taffer:  “You almost had me worried, SHain.  But I think you get it.”

Jon smiles and puts a hand on SHain’s shoulder.  HOGM nobbles at his finger, just a tad.

Jon Taffer:  “I’m proud of you.  You too, HOGM.  Both of you.  Now go run your Evil Federation and you make sure the cookie cutter ‘fake ass’ faces of the industry see you as the absolute heels.  Make sure they know you’ll scorch them alive if given a reason and make sure they all know to keep their distance and stay in their own bubble stripped of creativity and thought.”

SHain:  “Oh, they’ll know.  I’m not risking any contamination this round.  NEVER again.”

Jon Taffer:  “Good.  Now come here.”

Jon Taffer pulls SHain’s HOGM head in for a quick kiss.  It wasn’t a creepy passionate make out session but just a quick peck on the lips.  Just normal businessman stuff.

…

Dick Wuzzy:   Well thank god that’s over!

Tony Bologna:  Yeah I’m not comfortable being forced to watch homosexual embrace on my wrestling show.

Dick Wuzzy:  No I mean thank god we don’t have to call ourselves “da x DURRRrble you eff” anymore because my god that was stupid as fuck!  Yeah let’s continue into our adult years and keep clinging to an “extreme” that starts with an X because X’s are so fucking cool!  Yeah right!  Fuck that!

Tony Bologna:  Ok I get it, you weren’t a fan of the name.  Personally I’m more relieved that we won’t have to explain to confused fans that no we aren’t the XWF that has pedophiles in it, or that pretends to hate racists while promoting racists’ podcasts.

Dick Wuzzy:  Fuckin’ scummy.  It’s like…..  (making a high pitched, triggered, dorky voice)  “Yeah let’s fake-ban racism in our fed even though we promote real life racists!!”  Just like we’ll hide the pedo footage once people flag it but we’ll keep the fuckin’ pedo.  How do they come up with that shit and think it’s ok?  Pardon me while I drive right on over to Fuck You Lane and take a big shit in your Frosted Flakes.

[24/7 Frenzy Championship]

Scully
Vs
Oliver Last
Guest referee:  SUPER SCATBEAR
After winning the "Maybe Match" and earning a title shot, Oliver Last jumps straight from Last place on the card to main event!  Scully puts his newly won Frenzy Championship on the line after having emerged victorious for the second straight show in a row.  Is this the beginning of a big winning streak?  Can SUPER SCATBEAR prove to be a fair and impartial official and show SHain and Jon Taffer that he's much more valuable to the company than regular Scatbear was?

The bell rings and Scully looks poised and focused. Oliver looks focused as well. Both of these men have a lot riding on this match. 

Super Scatbear looks all business.  He’s clothed and he’s wearing his glasses.  He’s telling both men to stay within the rules or he’ll eject the living fuck out of them.

Dick Wuzzy:  Well at least he seems dedicated!

Oliver jabs a few times, trying to feel out Scully, who does a good ob of ducking them and using his superior footwork to avoid contact. Oliver throws a haymaker this time, and Scully ducks it again, this time wrapping around Oliver and locking in the arms to the waist. He goes for a suplex but Oliver slithers out, getting a back elbow to connect. The two are at a tie up position again. The crowd in Dallas roars for this Main Event, and this rather peculiar title match. 

They tie up again, and Oliver whips Scully into the corner. He runs and splashes the Frenzy champ before whipping him into the other corner and splashing him again!

Tony Bologna: Oliver has a lot to prove here! He was last place just last week and he has a chance to knock off the red hot Frenzy champion here! 

Dick Wuzzy: Ahh yes, Land of the Free, Home of the Brave and all that Jazz.....

Scully pops right back up however, and Last comes off the ropes again. The Frenzy champ ducks it, arm-dragging Last into a sitting position and locking in a headlock sleeper. 

Tony Bologna: Smart strategy here from the veteran. Oliver Last was shot out of a cannon in the early going, and this is a way for Scully to slow to him down, take a little air out of those sails. 

 Scully pulls tight. Last flails his arms, trying to fight out of it. Scully keeps it in, but Last is fighting hard and is able to spin, getting to his knees. Scully is trying to keep the hold on, but Oliver is able to slip out and lift Scully off his feet, dropping him on his back. The Frenzy champ pops up, a little taken aback. Oliver is ready to go and gives Scully the "COME ON" hand signal. The Frenzy champ gets up using the ropes. Oliver charges again, this time Scully ducks the charge, and Last hits the corner. He turns and the Frenzy champ begins to unload on Last. SUPER SCAT BEAR backs him off, but as he pulls him back Last comes out of the corner with a flurry. They trade blows in the center of the ring. After a few back and forth, Last ducks again and grabs Scully, dropping him in a sidewalk slam. 

Cover.

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Scully kicks out and Last snickers. 

Scully is back to his feet and Last charges again. Scully ducks, dumping him over the ropes as the challenger drops to the outside. 

Tony Bologna: SCULLY HAS HAD TO SURVIVE HERE! Oliver Last, I've never seen him like this! 

Dick Wuzzy: Do we even care?

Scully slides out of the ring. He grabs Oliver and whips him back first into the steel steps. Scully, knowing he is going to need to pull out another side to put down a motivated Oliver Last tonight, picks him up by the head and drops him back first over the hard ring apron. 

SUPER SCAT BEAR is counting, very emphatically, inside the ring. When SSB is at 8, Scully rolls Oliver into the ring. Last gets up, holding his back. He aimlessly swings, Scully ducks. 

FISHERMAN SUPLEX

WITH A BRIDGE PIN

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Oliver kicks out of it. Scully smiles, knowing how close that was. Last is getting up again and Scully smirks, knowing he is now in control. He locks in a T-Bone suplex and connects. 

Looking over at Super Scatbear, he makes the 1-2-3 motion, indicating that he is going to pin Oliver. 

Oliver, who won't stay down, is up again. Scully grabs him, going for his "Da End" finisher but Oliver pokes the eyes, backing the Frenzy champ off. As Scully backs up holding his eye, Oliver comes off the ropes with a drop kick. He crawls into a cover.....

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Scully with a shoulder up. 

Tony Bologna: It's gonna take more than that to keep the Frenzy champ down!

Dick Wuzzy: Is it, though? 

Last comes off the ropes again, trying to drop a knee. Scully moves, and chop blocks the leg of Last as he gets up. Scully, a bit frustrated he hasn't been able to put away bottom tier talent yet, locks in the One legged Boston Crab. He sits down deep into it as Oliver reaches for the ropes. 

He is in the middle of the ring, however. He has nowhere to go!

Tony Bologna: Scully showing his technical prowess here! He hasn't dominated the way he wanted to, now he plans to punish Oliver Last here!

Last is slapping the mat, his face contorted in pain but refusing to tap. Super Scat Bear is right down in the mix, annoying close to the action. He asks again if Last wants to tap. He yells that he does not. Scully, impatient, lets go. Oliver puts his head down on the mat, panting before crawling to the ropes. He tries heroically to get himself up. The crowd is supporting him in Dallas!

He turns around, limping. Scully chop blocks the leg again, taking him down. He locks in the One legged Boston Crab again. Same leg. 

The Dallas crowd, super behind the underdog here, is yelling, cheering for him to get to the ropes but Scully sits deep in the hold. 

He slaps the mat again, opening and closing his fingers. Scully has an intense look on his face, clearly frustrated that the curtain jerker wont tap. 

Last is crawling towards the ropes, he reaches.......reaches......his fingertips graze the ropes. 

Scully pulls him back out to the middle. 

Dick Wuzzy: Just tap and get this over with! I rented an escort and she isn't cheap! God knows what she's doing to my hotel room right now! 

Last slaps the mat again but tries to get out of it by doing a push up, lifting himself off the mat. He tries to reverse momentum on Scully, who still has the hold locked in. 

"OLI-VER  OLI-VER OL-VER" the crowd chants. 

Scully is shaking his head, telling them their chants are useless. 

But it seems to be having an impact on the challenger. He goes to lift himself again, shakily. He dives for the ropes, the entire shift enough to knock Scully off his base. Oliver grabs the ropes. The crowd cheers. SUPER Scat Bear is almost bear hugging Scully to break the hold. 

At the count of 5 he finally does. 

Super Scat bear is in the corner lecturing Scully about his authority as a spunky Oliver picks himself up with the ropes. Limping towards them, the ref senses someone behind him and moves as Oliver tries to take Scully's head off. 

The Frenzy champ ducks it and kicks Last in the gut. 

DDT! In the center of the ring. 

Tony Bologna: That's gotta be it!

Scully wipes his lip from where a hard shot from Last split his lip. He drops down to cover. 

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2

3----NO! OLIVER LAST GOT A SHOULDER UP!

Tony Bologna: THE KID JUST WON'T QUIT! WE ARE WITNESSING PURE HEART AND DESIRE HERE TONIGHT IN TEXAS!!!!!

Dick Wuzzy: AND MY WALLET IS DRAINING BY THE MINUTE. COME ON SCULLY FINISH THIS!

Scully is in disbelief. He picks Last up and walks him to the middle of the ring. 

He sets Last up for The Scullanator......but Oliver shoves him off. He comes off the ropes the other way. Ducking a clothesline the other way, Scully goes for a dropkick but Last ducks.....

SMALL PACKAGE ROLL UP!

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Scully kicks out and rolls back. STANDING DROP KICK FROM OLIVER. 

Both men are down. Oliver Last is spent......Super Scat Bear begins to count as both men's shoulders are on the mat.

Both men are stirring. The crowd is raucous. SUPER SCAT BEAR gets to 7 when both men get to their feet. Scully this time is the aggressor, upset that he hasn't yet put Oliver Last away. Scully clubs him a couple times, backing him into the corner. Sitting Oliver on the middle rope, Scully climbs above him. Strattling him, he begins to rain down punches. 

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10. 

Oliver is woozy, and Scully lifts him up with him to the top rope. Both men are on the top now. Scully locks in Oliver, lifting him above his head.

MONSTER SUPLEX!!!!!!!

The ring shakes as the two men crash down. 

Tony Bologna: DEAR GOD! THAT'S GOTTA DO IT! THIS ONE'S GOTTA BE OVER!

Scully rolls into a pin. 

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3---NO! SOMEHOW, SOME WAY, OLIVER LAST GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!!!

SCULLY CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!!!!

The crowd is chanting again. Scully rolls out of the ring and grabs his title belt, throwing it into the ring. If he can't put Oliver down, he's gonna get himself DQ'd. 

Rolling back into the ring he grabs the belt and sizes up the challenger. 

He is about to strike Oliver when Super Scat Bear grabs the belt, stopping Scully in his tracks. 

Scully turns and begins wrestling with SSB over the belt, pulling back and forth. Meanwhile, Oliver Last is getting to his feet. Super Scat Bear finally pulls the belt away from Scully and Scully turns right into a step up kick from Oliver Last.

Scully is down!

SSB tosses the belt and gets down as Oliver covers. 

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2

3---SCULLY kicks out. 

Last is spent and rolls over onto his back, panting. Both of these men have given it all. Scully has been out of the ring for some time and Oliver isn't used to this level of competition. 

Scully is stirring now. Last gets to his feet and drops a knee to the back of Scully. Scully rolls over onto his back and Oliver comes off the ropes with a leg drop. Instead of covering, however, Oliver decides to come off the ropes for another leg drop. Connects. He then looks out at the crowd who for some reason is chanting for the underdog. 

Tony Bologna: Oliver Last wasting precious seconds here! He's never seen a crowd like this!

Dick Wuzzy: Well you can't fit this many people into the gymnasiums he is used to wrestling in!

As Oliver is soaking in the awesome atmosphere, Scully rolls him up from behind. 

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Thrrrr----Oliver pops out!

Dick Wuzzy:  Scully almost stole one there!

Tony Bologna: Wait!

Dick Wuzzy:  DA END!  DA END!

Scully has indeed delivered with perfection his patented finishing maneuver which is a devastating variant of a cross rhodes!  Oliver’s head hits hard and he crumples like a crushed spring.  Scully flattens him out and hooks the leg for the cover…  Super Scatbear dives in to make the count...

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...THREEEEEE!

Winner and still 24/7 Frenzy Champion:    Da Scull Meister!

SCULLY HAS WON!!!  The man just keeps fighting the odds and is undefeated in the XWF and is still the Frenzy champion!!  Super Scatbear raises Scully’s hand in victory but then………..

The lights go out and the fans begin exiting the arena, stunned by the electrifying show they had just witnessed, but then rapidly the lights come back on and Scully is seen in the center of the ring being pummeled by an array of chair shots from all three members of the Satanic Sick Fucks!!!

Tony Bologna:  “Holy shit!  This is what happens when you don't have any allies in this business, Dick!  You get attacked by a pack of wild animals and don’t have anyone to help you defend yourself.

Unknown Soldier, Morbid Angel, and Isabella Ravenwolf are all out there delivering chair shot after chair shot after chair shot to Scully’s legs, body, and even to his face.  Some of the fans are moaning in pain as they can feel the viscous chair shots that keep hitting Scully.

Dick Wuzzy:  “These satanic sick fucks have no mercy and their just going on a fucking tear on any member of the roster.  It’s like the Shield back when they were cool and they actually let them beat up John Cena.”

Morbid Angel:  “Suck my dick Scully!”

Morbid then lifts the Frenzy title off of Scully’s unconscious body and lifts it up over his head.  He then gets up on one of the turnbuckles Stone Cold Steve Austin style and taunts the booing crowd.  He tosses the Frenzy title near Scully’s head and unzips his pants.

Dick Wuzzy:  “Not this again, Tony!  No more tea bagging, please!”

With the camera turned away a steady stream of urine flows on top of the Frenzy title as the scene cuts to black.  

Tony Bologna:  “What a moment to end our pay per view on!  Piss on a title!  Goodnight everybody!  And how about our brand new name?  It feels good to have a name that’s spelled right!  Rest in peace, XWF!  As your XWF pedo reputation continues to worsen and be further spread in coming months, now we won’t have to worry about anyone mixing us up with you creepy sitting ducks when they see the growing warnings about you!  The best is yet to come!”

Dick Wuzzy:  “Fuckin’ A!  Shine that spotlight right in their dirty little corner with their pedo and let the world watch them rot!

Dick and Tony both smile at the camera and each give their own sadistic wink!

-FADE TO BLACK-

OOC:  We did it!!!  Our trial run to feel out if there's a need and demand for an e-fed like ours has been a success!  Our experiments to establish a show-producing method that's very easy for staff to run in a timely manner has also been a success as is evident by our deadline being midnight last night and results are already up early this morning!  There is absolutely a demand and a dire need in the world of e-fedding for us to go ALL IN with a real site as soon as possible!!!    The best part of it is we're DONE WITH THESE BOARDS!!!  (insert cheers of joy)  Oh my lord, you have no idea how happy I am to say THAT!   We have the data and resources we need to fully convert into our own fully functioning e-fed with our new name and site.  We'll be keeping our new site pretty simple and basic to start with, and improving on it/adding to it over time based on user feedback and requests.  I'd like to give a big THANK YOU to those who have been participating on the front lines as an RPer during our trial and temporary boards.  I'd also like to give an equal THANK YOU to the people helping us out behind the scenes who don't have an "on board" public presence.  We couldn't have done this without you, and now our real journey begins!

You guys will receive an update within the week regarding the NEW site and next card, at which point we will be announcing some additional fun features and most importantly will fully open our roster to new signups now that we're past the trial/temporary testing phase. THANK YOU again, and let's get ready...