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This is survival of the fittest
Wasn't ready to being a millionaire, I was ill-prepared
This is survival of the fittest
I can see the finish line with each line that I finish
This is survival of the fittest
So get your ideas, stack your ammo
This is survival of the fittest
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XWF Presents: King of Xtreme
December 2013
We cut to a live shot of the capacity crowd on hand as fireworks go off at the front of the XtremeTron. Manic and Chico are at commentary.
Manic: Fans we are live in Edmonton, Alberta Canada as Xtreme Wrestling Federation brings to you King of Xtreme twenty thirteen! I'm Manic and along with me at this time is my colleague Chico. Chico!
Chico: To say that there's excitement in the air would be a gross understatement Manic. Tonight marks the FINALS of the King of Xtreme tournament as the red hot "Real Mercy Killer" Robert Mastro goes one on one against a man making his return to the finals this year, "The Xtreme Icon" Mark Adkins!
Manic: Big time main event here tonight. On top of that are six other jam packed matches. Two big matches to also keep an eye on is "The Modern Day Monster" Rage making his Pay Per View return against his long time nemesis, "The Elite Savior" Carlos Shotgun. And!
Chico: We obviously would not want to forget about Canada's favorite Juggalo and XWF World Heavyweight Champion, The Crazy Kanook..
Manic: The man formerly known as Crazy Kanook. Now known as Shangri-La Jester. Ever since When World's Collide he's had a thorn in his side from longtime veteran of this company, Chris Falkenyork. Chris Falkenyork has the opportunity to become only the second four time World Champion in this company but Jester has shown that he is the real deal.
Chico: Danielle Worley is standing by for our first match of the evening. Time to kick off the action!
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Opening Contest: The Happy Go Luckies vs The Hollywood Poets - Tag Team Championship
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Worley: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation, Tag..Team..Championship!
"Give a Little More" by Maroon 5 hits the arena as the crowd rises to their feet. Ace and Gary of the Happy Go Luckies make their way out to a pop from the crowd.
Manic: Phil Robertson's favorite tag team!
Ace and Gary pose for the crowd before making their way down the aisle.
Worley: Making their way to the ring at this time at a total combined weight of five hundred and nineteen pounds. Ace and Gary, the Happy..Go..Luckies!
Ace and Gary slide into the ring as the two of them make a Worley sandwich by hugging her at the same time. Ace runs over to one turnbuckle as Gary goes to the other. Both of them pose for a moment before hopping off. "Going the Distance" by Cake cues up over the arena.
Manic: Anybody who needs to be updated on this match. The former tag champions Syndicate had to forfeit the belts after an Original injury that was caused by Mark Adkins. The Poets and Luckies had a match on Showdown that lead to a no contest. Lars was pleased with their performance enough to schedule this match tonight.
Chico: And this is a big opportunity given to both of these teams. The type that might have not been there had Syndicate still been champions.
Jive, Swag, and Slam Master make their way out as the crowd pops once again. The arena lights dim down as a spotlight is places on the Hollywood Poets. The Poets continue to make their walk down the aisle.
Worley: Making their way down at this time accompanied to the ring by their manager the Slam Master. At a total combined weight of four hundred and eighty pounds. Jive and Swag, The Hollywood Poets!
The Poets enter the ring as Slam Master stays on the outside. Both teams are looking ready to go at this time as the referee looks over to the timekeeper. The ref waves for the bell.
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Ace and Jive start it up with a quick lock up in the center ring. Jive immediately swings a chop into Ace and whips him into the ropes. Ace bounces off with a big clothesline but Jive sidesteps before dropping him with an arm drag. Ace gets up again and Jive hits another arm drag before rushing in for several left and right hands into the corner. Ace is stunned as Jive whips Ace hard into the opposite corner which happens to be Swag’s corner. Jive charges and hits a running clothesline to the back of the head and immediately tags in Swag.
Both men grab Ace from behind and do a double Russian leg sweep on Ace. Gary is seen trying to pump Ace up but Swag stomps him in the back of the head once, twice, a third time. Swag picks Ace up and drops him down over his knee before pulling back in a submission maneuver.
Chico: The Poets have been absolutely vicious thus far.
Manic: No wasted movement thus far and Ace is in a world of trouble.
Swag pulls back on Ace who grunts in pain but refuses to quit. Swag drives an elbow right to the mouth of Ace before dropping him down on the mat. He walks over to Jive and gets the tag as Slam Master is seeing cheering his team on.
Jive grabs Ace and pulls him up to his feet before taking him down with a quick snap suplex. Jive runs the ropes and delivers a splash before hooking the leg 1… 2… Ace barely kicks out. Jive shakes his head and picks Ace up and applies a chin lock before tagging in Swag. Jive holds Ace as Swag climbs the top rope and jumps down with an axe handle.
Swag taunts Gary on the outside. Gary tries to get in and the referee stops him as The Poets double stomp Ace on their side of the ring.
Chico: Hey! That is not fair!
Manic: Gary just tried to illegally enter the ring Chico. An eye for an eye.
The referee turns around just as Jive exits. Swag is seen confident as he grabs Ace’s leg and signals for the ankle lock. Out of nowhere, Ace uses his free leg and hits Swag and breaks free. He rolls to the side and tags in Gary who comes in steaming.
He clothesline Swag down as Jive jumps in the ring and gets body slammed immediately. Swag gets up and Gary hits him with lefts and rights before taking him down with slam. Jive is up and Gary charges at him with a big clothesline sending him to the outside. Swag is seen blind siding Gary and swinging a clothesline. Gary ducks and sends Swag to the outside as well.
Gary stands in the ring and looks around as the fans are in a frenzy.
Gary: GRRRRRRRR!!!!!
The fans pop as Jive and Swag are seen talking strategy with The Slam Master on the background. Ace is seen finally coming back to his senses. He gets in the ring and runs the ropes past Gary. Gary slaps him in the buttocks as he flies over the top rope like a butterfly and takes out all three men on the outside.
Chico: Oh my!
The fans cheer as Gary dances in the ring and the referee tries to gain some sense of control in the match.
Manic: This turned into all out chaos, Chico!
Chico: They want to be Tag Team Champions more than anything.
Ace throws Swag back into the ring and Gary immediately grabs him by the balls. The fans cheer as Gary gets in position.
Gary: BALLPLEX!
Gary lifts up Swag and suplexes over him with a bridge into a pin 1…2… kickout. Gary pouts for a second before getting up and picking Swag up by the hair. Swag nails him with a left and a right. Gary swings with a right of his own and Swag immediately rakes the eyes. The referee warns him as Swag hits the Poetry Slam.
Swag pins Gary 1… 2… Ace breaks it up. Jive runs into the ring and blasts Ace with a shoulder block. Ace gets up stumbling and Jive and Swag double clothesline him over the top rope. Gary is up and swings with a double clothesline of his own. Both men duck simultaneously and Jive does a leg sweep while Swag does a wheel kick at the same time, Poetic Justice. Swag hooks the leg 1… 2… 3!
Chico: They did it!
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Danielle Worley is standing by as "Going the Distance" by Cake plays over the arena.
Worley: The winners of this match and NEW XWF Tag Team Champions… The Hollywood Poets!!!
Winners and NEW Tag Team Champions: The Hollywood Poets
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Slam Master enters the ring holding the title belts. He hands one to Jive and one to Swag as they embrace in the middle of the ring. The fans applaud in respect as both men hold their first piece of XWF championship gold.
Manic: We have new champions Chico!
Chico: The Hollywood Poets have finally cemented themselves as the best team in the business, no doubt about it, Manic. They deserve it.
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We go backstage as we see a shot of Mark Adkins talking to someone who isn't picked up on camera.
Adkins: I don't think we have anything to worry about! Wait..
Adkins turns his head and notices the camera.
Adkins: What can't get some fucking privacy back here?
Adkins backs the cameraman out of the room and slams the door shut. Adkins then opens the door.
Adkins: Actually, come in for a minute.
The camera cuts back to ringside.
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Rachael Manning vs Miranda Brooke
Danielle Worley is standing by as Miranda Brook's theme plays over the arena. Brooke makes her way to a good reaction from the crowd.
Worley: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making her way down the aisle at this time, Miranda Brooke!
Brooke slides into the ring and gets back to her feet before pointing out to the crowd.
Manic: Brooke making her debut tonight. Over the last couple shows we've seen her have choice words to the woman who's about to make her way out at this time.
Chico: Go ahead Manic say it.
Manic: What?
Chico: Manning is a hooker!
Manic: Um, shut up Chico.
"My Last Breath" by Evanescence plays as Rachael Manning makes her way out next to boos from the crowd.
Manic: Oh they love her here in Edmonton don't they?
Worley: Making her way down the aisle from Brooklyn Park, Minnesota. Rachael Manning!
Manning enters the ring as Brooke looks ready to kick her ass. Manning taunts Brooke before telling the referee to back her off. The referee turns around and keeps Brooke away before calling for the bell.
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Manning tells the referee that Miranda has something in her trunks. The ref looks unsure, but goes over and questions Brooke. She shakes her head.
Manic: What's Manning stalling for?
Chico: Because she doesn't want to get her ass beat Manic.
Brooke: What?
Brooke shoots Rachael a look as the referee Shawn Green goes to pat her down. Miranda shrugs her shoulders, as to say, I don't got nothing.
Manic: Brooke doesn't have anything. This is getting silly.
Manning rolls her up from behind and the referee is hesitant but counts the one.. two.. three!
Manic: What just happened there?
The referee calls for the bell.
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Danielle Worley is standing by. "My Last Breath" by Evanescene plays over the arena as the crowd is shitting on the outcome.
Worley: The winner of this match by pinfall, Rachael Manning!
Winner: Rachael Manning
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Rachael raises her arms in victory. Miranda looks stunned and completely feels cheated but the referee says it was a fair fall. Manning mockingly shrugs her shoulders. Miranda does the same thing before kicking Manning in the midsection and dropping her with a DDT to a pop from the crowd.
Manic: Brooke just dropped her ass with a DDT!
Manning is out as Miranda leaves the ring looking pissed.
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends
It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, f-ck an acronym
Cut the f-cking act like you're happy, I'm f-cking back again
With another anthem, why stop when it doesn't have to end?
It ain't over 'til I say it's over – enough when I say enough
Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up
I'm afraid of what'll happen to them wolves
When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivated it
Weight is up, hands up like it's 12 noon, nah, homie
Hold them bitches straight up, up wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff
Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos
I ain't deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
I'm so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post
And if I don't got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough
To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what?
They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath
I'm not a rapper, I'm an adapter, I can adjust
Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust
So floor's open if you'd like to discuss
Top 5 in this mothaf-cka and if I don't make the cut
What, like I give a f-ck, I'mma light this bitch up like I'm driving a truck
To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it
Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I'm hyping 'em up
And if there should ever come a time where my life's in a rut
And I look like I might just give up, eh you might've mistook
Me for bowing out I ain't taking a bow, I'm stabbing myself
With a f-cking knife in the gut, while I'm wiping my butt!
Cause I just shitted on the mic, and like getting cut
I get excited at the sight of my blood, you're in a fight with a nut
Cause I'mma fight 'til I die or win
Biting the dust it'll just make me angrier, wait
Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting
Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut
It's survival of what?
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
But don't come unless you come to battle, I'm mad now jump in the saddle
This is it, it's what you eat, sleep, piss and shit
Lift, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this
Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can't diffuse the wick
I don't do this music shit, I lose my shit
Ain't got shit to lose, it's the moment of truth
It's all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit
But my respect is overdue, I'm showing you the flow no one do
Cause I don't own no diploma for school, I quit!
So there's nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trades
So you'd better trade your f-cking mics in for some tool-box-es
Cause you'll never take my pride from me
It'll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdri-vers
But I want you to doubt me, I don't want you to buh-lieve
Cause this is something that I must use to suc-ceed
And if you don't like me then f-ck you
Self es-teem must be f-cking shooting through-the-roof cause trust me
My skin is too thick and bul-let proof to touch me
I can see why the f-ck I disgust you
I must be a-llergic to failure cause everytime I come close to it
I just sneeze, I just go atchoo then achieve
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all
