Prof. Bobby Bourbon
Champions get their name in red!
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05-12-2026, 04:18 AM
'Sup kiddo.
Bobby approaches Samael in the vaunted, historic, and bloodstained XWF Xtreme Hallway.
Look, I was, uh, a little busy getting my Global Culinary Cabal set up and whatnot, but I just saw your plea for Dolly Waters to do a favor for you regarding someone looking to whoop your ass in a wrestling company.
For starters, you're welcome to cook in the GCC, by all means.
But if you can't take the heat stay out of the kitchen.
Fingers are meant for burning.
Service is our ultimate goal.
Noboby
Leaves
Hungry.
Bobby pats the Xtreme Championship belt on Samael's shoulder.
Marinate on that.
Otherwise, don't bother the little girl.
Don't threaten her by saying you'll deny the XWF fans.
Enjoy what you have.
It can go just like that, your ass served on a platter and people asking for seconds like you were just a sample at the store and you're only tasty when grilled.
I would know.
I've lost it all.
Bobby half shrugs.
You don't want to have nothing to lose.
Smile more.
People are watching.
Bobby nods at Samael. He then glances around, somewhat impatiently.
Several moments pass.
Bobby shakes his head.
Weird how nobody is scared of nobody anymore.
Well, Sammy, have a good day.
You're seen, and heard.
Bobby begins to walk away. As he does, a poof of purple crazy knockout gas erupts around his head.
Oh damn it, no...
Bobby succumbs to his own crazy purple knockout gas for what seems like enough times that this must be some weird ongoing gag. He falls to the ground, sleeping soundly. The referee walks up to Samael and just beckons for him to walk away, nothing happened here.
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