https://xwf1999.com/ Mon, 11 May 2026 13:23:19 +0000 MyBB https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39506 Fri, 15 Jan 2021 15:08:22 -0800 ALIAS]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39506
"Well what do we have here? Another lost little puppy who raised up their paw in embrace of the dark?

Nah, that's not it.

You're just a desperate, frightened, little girl, scared of losing the one thing that gives her life any meaning. What a fucking sad state of affairs.

Let me ask you something, T. When you were growing up, suckling on your mother's teet like you now suckle on the forked cock of the goat-man, is this what you dreamed of? Not to be an astronaut, or a doctor, or a congresswoman, but this? To rule over a show full of halfwits and no-wits? To be the king of the smallest, most insignificant castle in all of the land? Is this what you really dreamed of? Oh how proud must your family be when they tell their friends about how their daughter is the champion of B.O.B.'s show? Hell, how proud must your own friends be?

Oh... wait... you don't really have any do you?

I mean, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Friends are overrated. But for someone like you... I'm not sure how far you're going to go without them. Think about this, XWF Legend, Centurion, helped you out, right? And even with the guidance of a former World Champion who has the most wins in XWF history, all you could must was... the Anarchy title? That's your precious? You've abandoned everybody that helped get you to where you are, for that? And instead of legends - even if they probably have the most losses in XWF history too - you've found solace in the arms of a group of nymphos and masochists. Somewhere in that 'Anarchy-brained' head of yours, you've got to realise how ridiculous that is, right? I've got to think that's why you didn't bring the Slovak nutsack with you. Deep down, I think you truly realise what a mistake you've made.

You're not going to use The Left Hand for your own means, spud. In case you didn't notice, they don'treally care about winning matches. In fact, they don't really win that much. They don't care about what you care about, and as a result, you stick out like a sore thumb.

One I'm happy to bite off.

T... when you raised that left hand... you just made the job of holding onto championships so much fucking harder for yourself. I'm taking everything from The Left Hand. This is just the start for you.

Heavymetalweight? Check.
Federweight? Let's just say 'check' already.
Shooting Star? Snow Job, baby!
Anarchy?

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I don't expect this to be our last encounter.

Eat The Left Hand."

Alias shoves his left hand into Tula's mouth in a mandible claw and pushes her to the ground.

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"Well what do we have here? Another lost little puppy who raised up their paw in embrace of the dark?

Nah, that's not it.

You're just a desperate, frightened, little girl, scared of losing the one thing that gives her life any meaning. What a fucking sad state of affairs.

Let me ask you something, T. When you were growing up, suckling on your mother's teet like you now suckle on the forked cock of the goat-man, is this what you dreamed of? Not to be an astronaut, or a doctor, or a congresswoman, but this? To rule over a show full of halfwits and no-wits? To be the king of the smallest, most insignificant castle in all of the land? Is this what you really dreamed of? Oh how proud must your family be when they tell their friends about how their daughter is the champion of B.O.B.'s show? Hell, how proud must your own friends be?

Oh... wait... you don't really have any do you?

I mean, that's not necessarily a bad thing. Friends are overrated. But for someone like you... I'm not sure how far you're going to go without them. Think about this, XWF Legend, Centurion, helped you out, right? And even with the guidance of a former World Champion who has the most wins in XWF history, all you could must was... the Anarchy title? That's your precious? You've abandoned everybody that helped get you to where you are, for that? And instead of legends - even if they probably have the most losses in XWF history too - you've found solace in the arms of a group of nymphos and masochists. Somewhere in that 'Anarchy-brained' head of yours, you've got to realise how ridiculous that is, right? I've got to think that's why you didn't bring the Slovak nutsack with you. Deep down, I think you truly realise what a mistake you've made.

You're not going to use The Left Hand for your own means, spud. In case you didn't notice, they don'treally care about winning matches. In fact, they don't really win that much. They don't care about what you care about, and as a result, you stick out like a sore thumb.

One I'm happy to bite off.

T... when you raised that left hand... you just made the job of holding onto championships so much fucking harder for yourself. I'm taking everything from The Left Hand. This is just the start for you.

Heavymetalweight? Check.
Federweight? Let's just say 'check' already.
Shooting Star? Snow Job, baby!
Anarchy?

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I don't expect this to be our last encounter.

Eat The Left Hand."

Alias shoves his left hand into Tula's mouth in a mandible claw and pushes her to the ground.

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Why don't you just let me hold this one, all right, Tulip?




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Why don't you just let me hold this one, all right, Tulip?




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2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39436 Thu, 07 Jan 2021 07:36:57 -0800 John_Black]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39436

Tula see's a letter that was under her locker room door, and it read..

I know you are down for the man, and that's pretty cool you are. I mean, the more he recruits people like minded, the more he exploits a honky tonk girl like yourself. I mean, I have no hate against you or for THE MAN you shall be ensl-- i mean "EMPOWERED" by his strong left hand he tends to flex on a daily basis. I mean, why should you be holding a title that's beneath you, huh?

You should get on down, with taking off that... funky belt off that honky tonk waist of yours. Maybe get offa that thing, and dance until you feel better to know that, you are nothing more then a lady of the devil. The mere mention of Tula the former good girl, done soul herself for the almighty dollar; heh, maybe it does pay to be the boss of being someone else's ho in the corner.

Tula, I hope you live your best days without this belt... because, you don't desevere to hold this, since you already got another strap not too long ago. Pass The Peas, like we used to say.....

After she read it, she see's the person who passes by, and confront them. Then JB comes into area, and see's hostile Tula doing her thing, and passes by her... then about ten minutes later, he hits her with a guitar ala Double J and places a thick blanket over her, as if he didn't want to physically touch her honky tonkness for the "cover"....

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Tula see's a letter that was under her locker room door, and it read..

I know you are down for the man, and that's pretty cool you are. I mean, the more he recruits people like minded, the more he exploits a honky tonk girl like yourself. I mean, I have no hate against you or for THE MAN you shall be ensl-- i mean "EMPOWERED" by his strong left hand he tends to flex on a daily basis. I mean, why should you be holding a title that's beneath you, huh?

You should get on down, with taking off that... funky belt off that honky tonk waist of yours. Maybe get offa that thing, and dance until you feel better to know that, you are nothing more then a lady of the devil. The mere mention of Tula the former good girl, done soul herself for the almighty dollar; heh, maybe it does pay to be the boss of being someone else's ho in the corner.

Tula, I hope you live your best days without this belt... because, you don't desevere to hold this, since you already got another strap not too long ago. Pass The Peas, like we used to say.....

After she read it, she see's the person who passes by, and confront them. Then JB comes into area, and see's hostile Tula doing her thing, and passes by her... then about ten minutes later, he hits her with a guitar ala Double J and places a thick blanket over her, as if he didn't want to physically touch her honky tonkness for the "cover"....

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Hello, Tula... sorry I didn't want to greet you the normal way, since i'm not a normie as the others. You see Tula, ever since i've encountered you in Anarchy, at first... I didn't want to be involved with your little vendetta with the world. I know you had the Anarchy championship at one point, but at last you couldn't even hold the belt up for long. Easy cum...easy go as they say.

Maybe, you might have been lucky to pin our boss Vinnie for the strap, but at what cost? I know deep down inside, you feel naked without a belt... and you should be. Hell i'd get you naked right now, and stuff your dead body in the ball to ring in the new year. Fucked up? Yes... but i won't do all that. I like you Tula, and I don't want to truly hurt you, since you got millions upon millions of supporters in the state of Hawaii to the bum town of Harrisburg.

But seriously Tula, i'm gonna give you a choice... surrender the belt to me, and i'll let you live to see your new year resolutions come to life... or suffer the consequences, and deal with me playing games inside your head of yours. You know what, i'll make that decision for you!

Tommy then cuts the rope off the chair, and removes the ducktape off her lips. He lets her go, but the door wouldn't open, and Tommy grabs her hair and aims the knife in her neck. Then he rolls her up for the pin..

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Hello, Tula... sorry I didn't want to greet you the normal way, since i'm not a normie as the others. You see Tula, ever since i've encountered you in Anarchy, at first... I didn't want to be involved with your little vendetta with the world. I know you had the Anarchy championship at one point, but at last you couldn't even hold the belt up for long. Easy cum...easy go as they say.

Maybe, you might have been lucky to pin our boss Vinnie for the strap, but at what cost? I know deep down inside, you feel naked without a belt... and you should be. Hell i'd get you naked right now, and stuff your dead body in the ball to ring in the new year. Fucked up? Yes... but i won't do all that. I like you Tula, and I don't want to truly hurt you, since you got millions upon millions of supporters in the state of Hawaii to the bum town of Harrisburg.

But seriously Tula, i'm gonna give you a choice... surrender the belt to me, and i'll let you live to see your new year resolutions come to life... or suffer the consequences, and deal with me playing games inside your head of yours. You know what, i'll make that decision for you!

Tommy then cuts the rope off the chair, and removes the ducktape off her lips. He lets her go, but the door wouldn't open, and Tommy grabs her hair and aims the knife in her neck. Then he rolls her up for the pin..

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2..]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39264 Thu, 24 Dec 2020 11:58:32 -0800 Tula Kealiʻi]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39264 I must say, this is surprising. I assumed you would use your power to inflate the resume of one of your friends. Thought maybe Roxy would take the belt. Or you'd hand it to someone like Bobbi Loudon. But know, you went FULL villain mode and decided to just give it to yourself. I should have seen that coming.

You don't stay behind a desk because of the rest of the roster. You stay behind a desk because you're afraid you're going to shatter a hip. It's the same reason all the rest of you vets are suddenly nowhere to be found when great young talent step to the plate. No, all you can do is whine about how the "good times" are over on Twitter. It's what you do. It's what Fuzz does. It's what Centurion does. You're all the fucking same.

So let me ask you, "bossman". Are you going to do something with that belt? Or are you just going to stand there and jack yourself off?

Tula quickly rolls up Vinnie.]]> I must say, this is surprising. I assumed you would use your power to inflate the resume of one of your friends. Thought maybe Roxy would take the belt. Or you'd hand it to someone like Bobbi Loudon. But know, you went FULL villain mode and decided to just give it to yourself. I should have seen that coming.

You don't stay behind a desk because of the rest of the roster. You stay behind a desk because you're afraid you're going to shatter a hip. It's the same reason all the rest of you vets are suddenly nowhere to be found when great young talent step to the plate. No, all you can do is whine about how the "good times" are over on Twitter. It's what you do. It's what Fuzz does. It's what Centurion does. You're all the fucking same.

So let me ask you, "bossman". Are you going to do something with that belt? Or are you just going to stand there and jack yourself off?

Tula quickly rolls up Vinnie.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39262 Thu, 24 Dec 2020 08:42:36 -0800 "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39262 "As of right now, I am declaring myself the Federweight Champion."

"Got a problem with it, dude? Do something about it. Yeah I mean you, Thad Duke. I slapped your daddy so hard he forgot who you were. Bring it. Fuzz? Oh, my bad, SHAWN? You wanna tapdance again when I'm in a less charitable mood? Let's go."

"Betsy? Atara? Lycana? Ash? Give me a reason, ladies. I'd thoroughly enjoy making you look stupid."

"Oh, and even you, Baphomet. Drop that tiny pecker from your left hand and come get some."

"Fact is, I stay at my desk because I don't want any of you to feel bad about losing to your boss. Got an issue with me holding the Feder? Well MOLON LABIA, dudes!"]]> "As of right now, I am declaring myself the Federweight Champion."

"Got a problem with it, dude? Do something about it. Yeah I mean you, Thad Duke. I slapped your daddy so hard he forgot who you were. Bring it. Fuzz? Oh, my bad, SHAWN? You wanna tapdance again when I'm in a less charitable mood? Let's go."

"Betsy? Atara? Lycana? Ash? Give me a reason, ladies. I'd thoroughly enjoy making you look stupid."

"Oh, and even you, Baphomet. Drop that tiny pecker from your left hand and come get some."

"Fact is, I stay at my desk because I don't want any of you to feel bad about losing to your boss. Got an issue with me holding the Feder? Well MOLON LABIA, dudes!"]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39107 Tue, 08 Dec 2020 21:42:31 -0800 R.L. Edgar]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39107

'Say some slick shit about Tommy Wish.'

Hum...

Damn...

Firstly, it's kind of difficult to pin this down because there's nothing really slick about you. Sure, you cut-off the old doody caked dreads and now you look like the Russian version of Fuzz, but whatever. To each their own. I'd prefer not to look like such a generic, rape-conviction-bound douche bag, but keep doing you.

Or doing him?

Fuck it.

Ya'll are both real shady in my book anyhow.

See, you've been running around these Federweight sewers for years, and I'm just trying to figure out why. Is the competition stiffer? Say than your jock anytime some questionably male-sounding female pops up in the XWF booking offices?

It can’t be that, just look at the fucking clown you bested for this, Tommy Wish’s 30th ‘sun-shining-on-a-dog’s-ass’ of a title reign. Charlie Nickles is merely Tommy Wish with 25% more brain power, yet 100% less likely to fuck a tranny because he’s a newly minted incel.

So what is it?

Is there a certain tang of bitchery down here that's anymore unique from say, trying to actually do something worthwhile in the XWF? I mean I get it, the XWF is full of cunty, insecure blow hards who will all, at one time or another, flex their utmost deepest desires to be appreciated at the expense of looking like a total jackass.

But that’s not it either, because no matter how many times you’ve shifted your role over the years, hoping that playing dumb might be mistaken for actually being dumb, you’ve never shown an inkling of a hint that you might drag up out of these sewers and spread something unforgiving on a locker room toilet seat.

Well I’ve got to know. Just what is it that makes being a stupid piece of edgy-wigger garbage who half asses everything he does so desirable? What is it about spitting raps slightly worse than Jellyroll at every new XWF wrestler who tries getting their feet wet in these sewers so enticing?

What’s it like to be a lazy, stupid piece of shit?

Guess I’m about to find out.


Reggie backhands Tommy and rolls him up for the pin...

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'Say some slick shit about Tommy Wish.'

Hum...

Damn...

Firstly, it's kind of difficult to pin this down because there's nothing really slick about you. Sure, you cut-off the old doody caked dreads and now you look like the Russian version of Fuzz, but whatever. To each their own. I'd prefer not to look like such a generic, rape-conviction-bound douche bag, but keep doing you.

Or doing him?

Fuck it.

Ya'll are both real shady in my book anyhow.

See, you've been running around these Federweight sewers for years, and I'm just trying to figure out why. Is the competition stiffer? Say than your jock anytime some questionably male-sounding female pops up in the XWF booking offices?

It can’t be that, just look at the fucking clown you bested for this, Tommy Wish’s 30th ‘sun-shining-on-a-dog’s-ass’ of a title reign. Charlie Nickles is merely Tommy Wish with 25% more brain power, yet 100% less likely to fuck a tranny because he’s a newly minted incel.

So what is it?

Is there a certain tang of bitchery down here that's anymore unique from say, trying to actually do something worthwhile in the XWF? I mean I get it, the XWF is full of cunty, insecure blow hards who will all, at one time or another, flex their utmost deepest desires to be appreciated at the expense of looking like a total jackass.

But that’s not it either, because no matter how many times you’ve shifted your role over the years, hoping that playing dumb might be mistaken for actually being dumb, you’ve never shown an inkling of a hint that you might drag up out of these sewers and spread something unforgiving on a locker room toilet seat.

Well I’ve got to know. Just what is it that makes being a stupid piece of edgy-wigger garbage who half asses everything he does so desirable? What is it about spitting raps slightly worse than Jellyroll at every new XWF wrestler who tries getting their feet wet in these sewers so enticing?

What’s it like to be a lazy, stupid piece of shit?

Guess I’m about to find out.


Reggie backhands Tommy and rolls him up for the pin...

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2............]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39096 Sun, 06 Dec 2020 19:40:14 -0800 Brooke Hernandez]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39096 Geri Vayden walks around backstage as she sees the Federweight Champion, Tommy Wish, standing all alone. She laughs as she looks at Tommy.

"You walk around here like you are some King Shit when all you are is a piece of shit. Quite simply put you don't deserve a title and at any time I could take that title right from you. You are the epitome of slimy and normally I wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick let alone my body. But you walk around here with a rather arrogant air about you. You don't deserve it. I hear you have a big ego and the problem with that is... you are about to be a former champion!"

Geri does a victory roll pin on Tommy.

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"You walk around here like you are some King Shit when all you are is a piece of shit. Quite simply put you don't deserve a title and at any time I could take that title right from you. You are the epitome of slimy and normally I wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick let alone my body. But you walk around here with a rather arrogant air about you. You don't deserve it. I hear you have a big ego and the problem with that is... you are about to be a former champion!"

Geri does a victory roll pin on Tommy.

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]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39075 Thu, 03 Dec 2020 17:43:22 -0800 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=39075 Now listen here you little cum slut. You're nothing but a guttural pig. You have no right to hold championship gold in this federation. Me? I'm the head honcho. I'm the big man on campus. I'm the dude who runs the block and calls the shots. Every time I do something, the impact is major. Every time you do something, people turn off the television. I'm already a double champion. I'm already the best in the business. Now it's time for you to pay your dues and give back what you stole.

The time has come for you to rectify for your sins and fess up to the facts. I'm better than you. I'm stronger than you. I'm more physical than you, and I can work the microphone better than you can. Every time you come out to cut a promo I feel the need to cut my wrists. Your voice may be grating and annoying, but it's WHAT you say that really drives me over the edge. You're not witty, you're not clever. You just sound like the boy with downs syndrome and AIDs who's make-a-wish was to embarrass himself on national television. No wonder they call you Wish, huh?

You're pathetic and easily forgettable. Once I win this belt people will not even remember who I took it from. All they'll care about is the jefe, the ultimate chapo, the original dirty dick soldier, Charlie Nickles.

I already forgot who the fuck you are. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that your belt is going to be around my waist in a few short hours and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You can yell, you can scream, you can even throw a hissy fit and call me mean names. It's not going to matter because you can't walk the walk, and when you try to talk the talk I feel the need to ram my boot down your mouth.

So we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. If you want to just lay down and accept defeat, no one would think any worse of you. They literally couldn't hold you in lower regard than they do already.

Or we could go the hard way. You could come step up to me and talk about how you're going to whoop my ass and how you're this and I'm that, blah blah blah and then at the end of the day the same decision will be rendered: victory for Charlie Nickles. Why go through the effort? The embarassment? The strife? You will be struck down and thrown from your perch regardless. Your championship belt is coming back to daddy. If you fight it, I will only make it worse for you.

So hand that shit over.


Charlie walks over to Tommy Wish, who has earbuds in and is listening to white boy rap music while smoking a shitty blunt. Charlie throws him onto his back before placing a boot on his chest and thereby going for the cover.

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2]]> Now listen here you little cum slut. You're nothing but a guttural pig. You have no right to hold championship gold in this federation. Me? I'm the head honcho. I'm the big man on campus. I'm the dude who runs the block and calls the shots. Every time I do something, the impact is major. Every time you do something, people turn off the television. I'm already a double champion. I'm already the best in the business. Now it's time for you to pay your dues and give back what you stole.

The time has come for you to rectify for your sins and fess up to the facts. I'm better than you. I'm stronger than you. I'm more physical than you, and I can work the microphone better than you can. Every time you come out to cut a promo I feel the need to cut my wrists. Your voice may be grating and annoying, but it's WHAT you say that really drives me over the edge. You're not witty, you're not clever. You just sound like the boy with downs syndrome and AIDs who's make-a-wish was to embarrass himself on national television. No wonder they call you Wish, huh?

You're pathetic and easily forgettable. Once I win this belt people will not even remember who I took it from. All they'll care about is the jefe, the ultimate chapo, the original dirty dick soldier, Charlie Nickles.

I already forgot who the fuck you are. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that your belt is going to be around my waist in a few short hours and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. You can yell, you can scream, you can even throw a hissy fit and call me mean names. It's not going to matter because you can't walk the walk, and when you try to talk the talk I feel the need to ram my boot down your mouth.

So we can do this the easy way, or we can do this the hard way. If you want to just lay down and accept defeat, no one would think any worse of you. They literally couldn't hold you in lower regard than they do already.

Or we could go the hard way. You could come step up to me and talk about how you're going to whoop my ass and how you're this and I'm that, blah blah blah and then at the end of the day the same decision will be rendered: victory for Charlie Nickles. Why go through the effort? The embarassment? The strife? You will be struck down and thrown from your perch regardless. Your championship belt is coming back to daddy. If you fight it, I will only make it worse for you.

So hand that shit over.


Charlie walks over to Tommy Wish, who has earbuds in and is listening to white boy rap music while smoking a shitty blunt. Charlie throws him onto his back before placing a boot on his chest and thereby going for the cover.

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2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38853 Sun, 15 Nov 2020 14:02:35 -0800 Tommy Wish]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38853 After Charlie's Historic Victory over Knux's TV title, he was in the backstage area, he was getting some promo pics of himself as champion. After his shoot was done, he see's some fans in the back who gained his autograph, then suddenly Tommy hits Charlie with a pipe over his head, as the fans ran off.

"As the world turns, I ask you this question... why do you still need this belt? I know you much rather be single champion, than a triple champion with two belt that isn't even on the High Stakes card, since nobody treats this belt like if it's worth a damn. Why are going to degrade yourself with this title, you already are in the main event at this point, and you need to let go of this belt if you know what's good for you."

Tommy strikes Charlie with the pipe somemore. Then he lets him up on his feet, and he grabs his head and he slams him into a glass window. Then he opens the door as he crawls away from him.

"C'mon TV champ, why you scared? You know full well you are willing to give this belt to the needy. Just like Marf, who managed to pin you at the right moment, but we all know that person who calls it, is within the realm vaping and hair metal binge like if it's 1982. So now, Charlie you need to know that your three belt reign is going to end up coming short by the hands of me. I know at somepoint, you gonna just give it up like your children in your divorce settlement.

I know that shit, and I feel like your own Cane Dewey at home is ashamed of even being apart of the Nickles bloodline, which is nothing more than alcoholics and deceitful personalities that raise in your kind. I know you much rather be home, holding your fifteen minutes of relevancy of a title that you know...is has way more of value than this belt you treat as your trinket in your barbwire Christmas tree.

So you have two options... surrender the belt to me, or i'll have to make your night miserable before you can even get back in your hotel room with your newly minted TV title."

Charlie get's on his feet in an act of defiance, and Tommy hits the pipe in his gut, and he hits his HideYaFace onto him and he covers him...

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"As the world turns, I ask you this question... why do you still need this belt? I know you much rather be single champion, than a triple champion with two belt that isn't even on the High Stakes card, since nobody treats this belt like if it's worth a damn. Why are going to degrade yourself with this title, you already are in the main event at this point, and you need to let go of this belt if you know what's good for you."

Tommy strikes Charlie with the pipe somemore. Then he lets him up on his feet, and he grabs his head and he slams him into a glass window. Then he opens the door as he crawls away from him.

"C'mon TV champ, why you scared? You know full well you are willing to give this belt to the needy. Just like Marf, who managed to pin you at the right moment, but we all know that person who calls it, is within the realm vaping and hair metal binge like if it's 1982. So now, Charlie you need to know that your three belt reign is going to end up coming short by the hands of me. I know at somepoint, you gonna just give it up like your children in your divorce settlement.

I know that shit, and I feel like your own Cane Dewey at home is ashamed of even being apart of the Nickles bloodline, which is nothing more than alcoholics and deceitful personalities that raise in your kind. I know you much rather be home, holding your fifteen minutes of relevancy of a title that you know...is has way more of value than this belt you treat as your trinket in your barbwire Christmas tree.

So you have two options... surrender the belt to me, or i'll have to make your night miserable before you can even get back in your hotel room with your newly minted TV title."

Charlie get's on his feet in an act of defiance, and Tommy hits the pipe in his gut, and he hits his HideYaFace onto him and he covers him...

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2..]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38732 Tue, 03 Nov 2020 04:35:41 -0800 Prof. Bobby Bourbon]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38732 Listen up.

Bobby pops Charlie in the mouth.

Charlie Blumpkin. Handling two loads on both ends, probably because it reminds you of your daddy and how his pubes tickled your nose while you caught a whiff of his crap before you swallowed and then both coordinated matching skidmarks. Not that it's a nostalgia trip, the family man you be, this was last week when you went to see the old man for fresh needles and some cash for some Afghan black tar.

To be fair, it was several old men.

But hey, you've been penetrated for pleasure plenty of times and more times on screen Riley Reid, except she does it for the money.

Charlie Blumpkin wants the attention like a good little slut.

Well, here you are.

Bobby backhands Charlie like a straight up pimp.

Let's talk about how special Charlie is.

Charlie is so special he took a silver in the Special Olympics. You know what's better than winning a silver medal in the Special Olympics?

Not being in the Special Olympics.

Charlie is so special he's offered during happy hour. Cheap and only palatable to depressed boomers who still haven't retired.

Definitely not top shelf.

Charlie is so special he's after school, an hour long, followed by a PSA about how you shouldn't do, well, everything that was displayed. Drugs, tricks, self-medicating, whatever really. An actual, bonafide celebrity, like Post Malone, at the tail end saying "Kids, don't be a Charlie". Because a flat-earther who looks like a teddy bear some toddler scribbled on with a marker is a reliable authority compared to Charlie Blumpkin.

Oh, speaking of kids...

Are you going to make them happy again sometime this year or are you waiting? I mean, you could challenge me again, this time for the Hart, and your little boy will have something to talk with you about.

"Gee whiz, daddy, what was it like getting wrecked by Bobby Bourbon twice?"

And your eyes will well up as your pride will swell up, knowing you accomplished something in your life that will leave a legacy, being a fucking punching bag for me.

Heh, too bad your shot isn't 24/7, huh? It's the only way you're beating me.

Robbie throws a SHORYUKEN!!!, putting Charlie on his back.

Aw, lil' slut. On your back for a pounding?

I guess your knees and elbows are too bruised up earning that next fix in whatever alley you slept in last night.

Okay, okay, maybe I'm being mean. I'ma say the most positive thing I can about Charlie.

Are you ready?

Here goes.

I am not related to Charlie.

Charlie tries getting up, but is hit with a stiff boot to the jaw putting him back down.]]> Listen up.

Bobby pops Charlie in the mouth.

Charlie Blumpkin. Handling two loads on both ends, probably because it reminds you of your daddy and how his pubes tickled your nose while you caught a whiff of his crap before you swallowed and then both coordinated matching skidmarks. Not that it's a nostalgia trip, the family man you be, this was last week when you went to see the old man for fresh needles and some cash for some Afghan black tar.

To be fair, it was several old men.

But hey, you've been penetrated for pleasure plenty of times and more times on screen Riley Reid, except she does it for the money.

Charlie Blumpkin wants the attention like a good little slut.

Well, here you are.

Bobby backhands Charlie like a straight up pimp.

Let's talk about how special Charlie is.

Charlie is so special he took a silver in the Special Olympics. You know what's better than winning a silver medal in the Special Olympics?

Not being in the Special Olympics.

Charlie is so special he's offered during happy hour. Cheap and only palatable to depressed boomers who still haven't retired.

Definitely not top shelf.

Charlie is so special he's after school, an hour long, followed by a PSA about how you shouldn't do, well, everything that was displayed. Drugs, tricks, self-medicating, whatever really. An actual, bonafide celebrity, like Post Malone, at the tail end saying "Kids, don't be a Charlie". Because a flat-earther who looks like a teddy bear some toddler scribbled on with a marker is a reliable authority compared to Charlie Blumpkin.

Oh, speaking of kids...

Are you going to make them happy again sometime this year or are you waiting? I mean, you could challenge me again, this time for the Hart, and your little boy will have something to talk with you about.

"Gee whiz, daddy, what was it like getting wrecked by Bobby Bourbon twice?"

And your eyes will well up as your pride will swell up, knowing you accomplished something in your life that will leave a legacy, being a fucking punching bag for me.

Heh, too bad your shot isn't 24/7, huh? It's the only way you're beating me.

Robbie throws a SHORYUKEN!!!, putting Charlie on his back.

Aw, lil' slut. On your back for a pounding?

I guess your knees and elbows are too bruised up earning that next fix in whatever alley you slept in last night.

Okay, okay, maybe I'm being mean. I'ma say the most positive thing I can about Charlie.

Are you ready?

Here goes.

I am not related to Charlie.

Charlie tries getting up, but is hit with a stiff boot to the jaw putting him back down.]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38539 Wed, 14 Oct 2020 09:43:34 -0700 The Freak]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38539 The scene opens up to Charlie holding his newly reclaimed HWM belt, he see's someone in hoodies putting a sack over his head and takes him to a room. Then we see Charlie in a room, with a projector playing his greatest hits.

"Glad you won your HMW belt, Charles."

Then they sit him down on a chair, with straps..clockwork orange style... with all his pervious HWM pin attempts playing on a loop. As the looped footage kept playing, his eyes start to bleed. Then the video stops, and we see Freak looking at him.

"Well well well, if it ins't soon to be possibly fired from this company Charlie, the man who gotten himself accidental heat with Omega and Ash with the sneak attacks, the man who managed to flood his own pin attempts against Knuckles and Job Guy. The same man, who once almost had a shot at dethroning Sarah's Universal championship belt, but couldn't get the job done. Charlie, you gotten lucky to be the last man standing in that New Gen battle royal, but lets keep it real... you know that you are bounded by these 24/7 belts that most people wouldn't even want on their records.

You seem to be only one to fiend for these trinkets, and expect to be the most hot shot in this place, when you are nothing more than a worthless piece of trash in the world, there was a time I wanted to be your friend.. but you never got back to me on that opportunity to work with you, there was a reason why I had to attack you, I wanted to see how much you aren't much worth in this place. I hate you for not letting Job Guy have his moment with the belt, when you had to loop yourself over over and over AND over again just too fuck with his mind.

Maybe I should have looped your failed Universal title reach until you go mad... well, Charlie... you had your chance at this belt, and now I want it back."

Then we see repeated loops of Charlie getting strapped on the chair, then Freak comes in to break the loop of himself by giving him repeated roll up until the ref breaks the loop as he counts...

1..1...

2...2...
]]> The scene opens up to Charlie holding his newly reclaimed HWM belt, he see's someone in hoodies putting a sack over his head and takes him to a room. Then we see Charlie in a room, with a projector playing his greatest hits.

"Glad you won your HMW belt, Charles."

Then they sit him down on a chair, with straps..clockwork orange style... with all his pervious HWM pin attempts playing on a loop. As the looped footage kept playing, his eyes start to bleed. Then the video stops, and we see Freak looking at him.

"Well well well, if it ins't soon to be possibly fired from this company Charlie, the man who gotten himself accidental heat with Omega and Ash with the sneak attacks, the man who managed to flood his own pin attempts against Knuckles and Job Guy. The same man, who once almost had a shot at dethroning Sarah's Universal championship belt, but couldn't get the job done. Charlie, you gotten lucky to be the last man standing in that New Gen battle royal, but lets keep it real... you know that you are bounded by these 24/7 belts that most people wouldn't even want on their records.

You seem to be only one to fiend for these trinkets, and expect to be the most hot shot in this place, when you are nothing more than a worthless piece of trash in the world, there was a time I wanted to be your friend.. but you never got back to me on that opportunity to work with you, there was a reason why I had to attack you, I wanted to see how much you aren't much worth in this place. I hate you for not letting Job Guy have his moment with the belt, when you had to loop yourself over over and over AND over again just too fuck with his mind.

Maybe I should have looped your failed Universal title reach until you go mad... well, Charlie... you had your chance at this belt, and now I want it back."

Then we see repeated loops of Charlie getting strapped on the chair, then Freak comes in to break the loop of himself by giving him repeated roll up until the ref breaks the loop as he counts...

1..1...

2...2...
]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38440 Mon, 05 Oct 2020 00:31:04 -0700 Charlie Nickles]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38440 Now listen here you stupid bastard, you're an absolute disgrace to the man that championship belt is based off of. You're going to get your ass kicked by Greggo is a flamer table match and your old handler already gave up the fucking gimmick. Tommy Make-A-Wish put about as much effort into executing your gimmick as I put effort into knocking your buddy Reggie Estrada's head off. Hey dumbass, put down the calculator. The answer to the equation is not very much fucking effort at all.

There's nothing Freakish about you. If you were actually intimidating or freaky you'd be over like rover, but instead you put on a mask and still no one gave a fuck about you. You will never amount to anything in this business. You're not charismatic, you're not good in the ring, and quite frankly you're not half the sex icon I am. And that's saying something. The only reason anyone even tolerates you or your pissant faction around here is because we need people to fill out the cards. The roster isn't half as large as it once was, so we're letting just any dumbass off the street join our traveling circus and look up at the lights while real wrestlers pick up Ws off of him like he's Jameis fucking Winston.

Truth is, you've never done a god damned impressive thing in this business. The most anticipated match you'll ever have will be your retirement match, and that's only because people can't wait to see you finally leave this company for good. You are an absolute disgrace to the mask you wear and ought hang it all up backstage after I take this championship belt off of you.

Unlike you I am actually fit to be a champion. Unlike you I can carry that belt around my waist and elevate it. You make a joke out of that championship belt, and it pisses me off. You're disrespecting every champion that came before you, not to mention the great champion who's going to come directly after you.

Seriously.

You're so fucking entitled you decide to ruin MY CAREER by making me pick up championship belts off of loser Freaks who have no business holding gold around their waists. But if I didn't step up and take you out of the picture, you'd be allowed to degrade that belt more and more with each passing day. I simply can't have that, Jack.

Charlie kicks the man in the mask in the gut before locking in a DEVIL HOOK DROP and flipping him over, hooking the leg as he does so.

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2]]> Now listen here you stupid bastard, you're an absolute disgrace to the man that championship belt is based off of. You're going to get your ass kicked by Greggo is a flamer table match and your old handler already gave up the fucking gimmick. Tommy Make-A-Wish put about as much effort into executing your gimmick as I put effort into knocking your buddy Reggie Estrada's head off. Hey dumbass, put down the calculator. The answer to the equation is not very much fucking effort at all.

There's nothing Freakish about you. If you were actually intimidating or freaky you'd be over like rover, but instead you put on a mask and still no one gave a fuck about you. You will never amount to anything in this business. You're not charismatic, you're not good in the ring, and quite frankly you're not half the sex icon I am. And that's saying something. The only reason anyone even tolerates you or your pissant faction around here is because we need people to fill out the cards. The roster isn't half as large as it once was, so we're letting just any dumbass off the street join our traveling circus and look up at the lights while real wrestlers pick up Ws off of him like he's Jameis fucking Winston.

Truth is, you've never done a god damned impressive thing in this business. The most anticipated match you'll ever have will be your retirement match, and that's only because people can't wait to see you finally leave this company for good. You are an absolute disgrace to the mask you wear and ought hang it all up backstage after I take this championship belt off of you.

Unlike you I am actually fit to be a champion. Unlike you I can carry that belt around my waist and elevate it. You make a joke out of that championship belt, and it pisses me off. You're disrespecting every champion that came before you, not to mention the great champion who's going to come directly after you.

Seriously.

You're so fucking entitled you decide to ruin MY CAREER by making me pick up championship belts off of loser Freaks who have no business holding gold around their waists. But if I didn't step up and take you out of the picture, you'd be allowed to degrade that belt more and more with each passing day. I simply can't have that, Jack.

Charlie kicks the man in the mask in the gut before locking in a DEVIL HOOK DROP and flipping him over, hooking the leg as he does so.

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2]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38155 Fri, 11 Sep 2020 15:16:03 -0700 Ash Quinn]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38155
Oh dearie, this scary lil face doesn't bother me a bit. We all know who is under there, right?? If I remember right you thought I was a Lil bit o sumthin didn't ya?

Ash turns away from him rubbing her tight body against his. Breathing heavily into his ear whispering almost inaudibly...

"Does that remind ya of Sumthin'?? Not too long ago you would have darn near given your left nut for all of this..I bet you still feel that way don't ya eh?? I mean a girl does have the prerogative to change her mind right?"

The weird-looking manager with the pimp cane tries to stop Ash but she quiets him with a finger to his mouth whispering SHH !!

Biting her lip, she hears his heavy breathing through his freaky mask. Her bright eyes twinkling she chuckles under her breath. Turning toward the Freak she drops him with a Mechanical Heart right to the chin.

He falls to the ground like a 50 lb sack of potatoes, and Ash slides over him gracefully for the pin. Waiting for the ref to count to three!]]>
Oh dearie, this scary lil face doesn't bother me a bit. We all know who is under there, right?? If I remember right you thought I was a Lil bit o sumthin didn't ya?

Ash turns away from him rubbing her tight body against his. Breathing heavily into his ear whispering almost inaudibly...

"Does that remind ya of Sumthin'?? Not too long ago you would have darn near given your left nut for all of this..I bet you still feel that way don't ya eh?? I mean a girl does have the prerogative to change her mind right?"

The weird-looking manager with the pimp cane tries to stop Ash but she quiets him with a finger to his mouth whispering SHH !!

Biting her lip, she hears his heavy breathing through his freaky mask. Her bright eyes twinkling she chuckles under her breath. Turning toward the Freak she drops him with a Mechanical Heart right to the chin.

He falls to the ground like a 50 lb sack of potatoes, and Ash slides over him gracefully for the pin. Waiting for the ref to count to three!]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38143 Wed, 09 Sep 2020 21:11:30 -0700 The Freak]]> https://xwf1999.com/showthread.php?tid=38143 We see Greggo idling inside some hall of mirrors. Then he stumbles upon a reflection of his female alter ego, who "speaks" to him.

"You are pathetic..."

"You are worthless..."

"Why are you a fake champion?..."

Then Greggo gets mad and shaders the mirror, but then green smoke fills the room and Culty is behind him with his pimp cane.

"Well Well Well, if it isn't Greggo... the manager of best of the best this company has to offer. The man who single handedly managed to make Sarah a star here, even though in reality she didn't need you at all. Time and Time, you sit there and think, that shit is so sweet like if you are so untouchable. A man like you, should realize that you aren't even worth a title that is on your waistline. You can be all like "oh im beter den yer" and still retain this belt, since you managed to con Sarah like a dime a dozen fake princess that she is, and she even knew that you'd take the bait from her like a little mice you are, i'm surprised that those mouse traps didn't hit you in your lovely face of yours, because you need to get it fixed permanently. Maybe your female alter ego is right... You are nothing but a pathetic, worthless, FAKE champion..."

Greggo lunches for Culty, but The Freak attacks him from behind with a green and black Kendo Stick, and he grabs Greggo and whips him into the mirrors. Then Culty picks up the Federweight belt and shows it to Freak, and then he pins Greggo while there was shards of glass on the floor.]]> We see Greggo idling inside some hall of mirrors. Then he stumbles upon a reflection of his female alter ego, who "speaks" to him.

"You are pathetic..."

"You are worthless..."

"Why are you a fake champion?..."

Then Greggo gets mad and shaders the mirror, but then green smoke fills the room and Culty is behind him with his pimp cane.

"Well Well Well, if it isn't Greggo... the manager of best of the best this company has to offer. The man who single handedly managed to make Sarah a star here, even though in reality she didn't need you at all. Time and Time, you sit there and think, that shit is so sweet like if you are so untouchable. A man like you, should realize that you aren't even worth a title that is on your waistline. You can be all like "oh im beter den yer" and still retain this belt, since you managed to con Sarah like a dime a dozen fake princess that she is, and she even knew that you'd take the bait from her like a little mice you are, i'm surprised that those mouse traps didn't hit you in your lovely face of yours, because you need to get it fixed permanently. Maybe your female alter ego is right... You are nothing but a pathetic, worthless, FAKE champion..."

Greggo lunches for Culty, but The Freak attacks him from behind with a green and black Kendo Stick, and he grabs Greggo and whips him into the mirrors. Then Culty picks up the Federweight belt and shows it to Freak, and then he pins Greggo while there was shards of glass on the floor.]]>