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*St. Anger*

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Post Warfare
This past week was probably the worst of my Xtreme Wrestling Federation career so far. I lost, sort of. On record it will go down as a defeat so I guess I'm no longer undefeated right? Wrong. I was screwed by some bad officiating in my match against the Television Champion, Gator. I had entered the mini gauntlet contest on Wednesday night Warfare because I felt I could win. I never imagined I would be pinned in those circumstances. After the match I had lost my cool. I know I'm a bit of an asshole but I attacked Gator with not one, but two piledrivers. I think he might of got a little further in the gauntlet, if it wasn't for me.

I walked up that ramp in fury. I went through the curtain and out in to the backstage area. When I got backstage I walked down those corridors not in the best of moods. John Black, my new manager approached me as I made my way towards my locker room. I stopped and then began pacing back and fourth. I clenched my fist and punched a whole in to a wall. My knuckles began bleeding and I would probably receive another fine for my actions.

John Black "Scully.... Calm down... Come on, let's go to your locker room and talk this through."

Scully "John... Did you not see that, I kicked out. I was robbed!"

John Black "I know, Skull. It was a bad call, a mistake. But this isn't the right way to act. You need to take a deep breath before you do something stupid."

Scully "You might of been a pushover in your career. But I'm not!

John Black "Fine, you're on your own!"

John Black walks off. I probably went over the top with my comment. A bald headed security guard with tattoos and a black XWF jacket is on his walkie talkie.


He begins laughing as he looks up at me. Is this guy grassing me up? Is this guy finding my recent downfall funny? I was paranoid. I walk up to Mr. Security.

Scully "So who you informing? Huh? What's so funny?"

Security Guard "I wasn't laughing at you, but I do ask that you go to your locker room and chill out"

Scully "Chill? What is it with everyone telling me what to do?

I lose it and throw the security guard over a nearby table. I turn around and walk away before I do something else I regret. There we're other XWF staff members watching my outburst. I walk to my locker room and slam the door behind me. I have a drink of mineral water and decide to turn on my TV. I sit down and watch what is going on out there, on Warfare. I've just tuned in on Eli James losing the Universal Championship to Shades. Shades reveals he is a popular wrestler from the past. The waste of space, Robowrestler1 then enters the gauntlet and defeats Shades winning the 10,000 xbux. I am shocked but still pissed off.

I decide to do something about it. I get up, and leave my locker room, leaving the TV on in the process. I walk down the corridor and turn right. I walk up to a door and push it open. Shane Anonistrator spins around on his chair as some potatoes fall out of his lap and roll around the room. Good lord, why are they wrapped in condoms?

Shane Anonistrator "Have you ever heard of knocking? I was right in the middle of something you pervert!"

Scully "Did you see what happened out there?"

Shane Anonistrator "Yeah... it was amazing. Robowrestler1 won the mini gauntlet and pinned the new Universal Champola to do so. What a great guy! Er... robot!"

Scully "No... Does this look like a joke? I was screwed. What kind of official's do you employ here?"

Shane Anonistrator "I believe I employ the best officials in the entire land of wrestling Alaskan pipelines... but most people don't know what that means so we'll move on. Anyway it was a really close call out there, but good try. Nice work. Go you!"

Scully "A close call?! I fucking kicked out! Where the hell was you? You could of came out and reversed the decision"

Shane Anonistrator "I was right here tending to my garden, and it was you who tried to anally fist an official so now you get fined 50 billion dollars or something like that. Will you be paying with cash or credit?"

Scully "What the hell is your problem?"

Shane Anonistrator "Are you mad? Do you feel blame? Do you feel like wolf kabob ranch fish waggle bagga? Food fight!"

Shane begins throwing potatoes and removing clothing. What the hell's wrong with this nut case?

Shane Anonistrator "Maybe you should take your frustrations out on your opponent on Madness, The Spike Hannigan."

Scully "That's another thing, The Spike Hannigan? Pikey Spikey? Why do I have to keep wasting my time on bums? On nobodies? I've heard what people around are saying."

Shane Anonistrator "What exactly are they saying?"

Scully "You know exactly what they're saying. Scully is only undefeated because he has fought untalented opponents, who are only here because they need to fill up the card's."

Shane Anonistrator "Well what can I say? Go find the people saying that and stick a potato up their ass and I bet they'll change their tune, or at least talk a lot more high pitched! Do it! And from there, continue your streak of being more talented than whatever opponents we put in front of you... well... Apart from the Television Champion, Gator, who you definitely came up short against."

Scully "No, I was robbed!"

Shane Anonistrator "What! By who? File a police report immediately and get me a description of the culprit. I don't condone robbery in my company!"

Scully "Man... You're off your rocker, you got a cabbage up in that head of your's"

Shane Anonistrator "Oh and I was informed about your recent attack on a wall and one of my finest security guards, Shaun. Oh and by the way just thought I'd say.... Potato!"

I look at Shane and shake my head. I turn around and leave Shane Anonistrator's office without saying anything more. Shane was crazy. How the XWF was doing so well with an owner like that, I don't know.
I left just as frustrated as I did before I went in there.

My next quest was to go and find the fellow Englishman, the Television Champion, Gator. Me and Gator we're "friends".


After Gator pinned me 1, 2, 3, thanks to some dodgy officiating. I lost it and attacked him. I drove his head to the mat twice, two piledrivers. If it was any other wrestler in the back then I wouldn't give a damn. But Gator was alright. Because my actions, Big Dopey Fool, Diesel entered the fray and finished Gator off. I walk to his locker room and knock on the door. I enter the room before anyone can invite me in. Gator stands up as soon as he notices it's me. Todd, Gator's cameraman walks over to the corner, out of the way. Todd looks worried.

Scully "Before you say anything, let me explain.
Todd, you don't have to worry...
Gator, I apologise"

Gator "Apologise? Apologise for what, Scully?"

Scully "I apologise for attacking you after our match. I lost my cool, it's no excuse I know. It wasn't your fault, it was the referee that fucked up!"

Gator "Scully, because of you I was eliminated. If you didn't attack me afterwards I might have won!"

Scully "I know, I know. Normally I never apoligise. If it was Shades, Eli, Loverboy... Anyone else then I would have been proud of my actions. I wouldn't have any remorse. But you, as a fellow Englishman. I'm sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?"

Gator "Normally I might have been more forgiving but considering what was on the line, on this occasion I suggest that you just leave!"

Scully "I apologised. But I'm not going to beg. So Fine...."

I look at both Gator and Todd. I turn around and leave the locker room. My day had just gotten a whole lot worse. I was a dick to my manager, John Black. XWF owner Shane was no help what so ever and Gator wouldn't accept my apology.

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Warfare had been a crap show for myself. I had enough of the event in Russia. I just wanted to go home. But I had to stay another night. Flight was too long and it was late. I had my bag and was just wearing casual clothes. A black Henley T-shirt, Dark jeans and White and black adidas trainers. I was leaving the arena, where I would have to get a cab on my own. I had travelled with my manager, John Black and my cameraman, Alfie. But John had stormed off and Alfie had gone a-wall. Well, last I heard Alfie had pulled some 18 year old fan. I had a text from him earlier, it said:

Hey, Skull I hope you don't mind but I told some 18 year old brunette called Diana, that if she went out with me then I'll let her meet you tomorrow."

What did he do that for? I'm going home tomorrow as soon as I can. I did try ringing him but his phone is off. I felt a little guilty about the incident with John Black earlier. So, I thought I'd better try and talk to him. I was just about to ring him when I'm approached by XWF interviewer, Steve Sayors and a camera man.

Steve Sayors "Hello Scully, can I just get an interview with you, please?"

I nod and put my bag on the floor.

Steve Sayors "Welcome Xtreme Wrestling Federation fan's. I'm Steve Sayors and I am with, Scully.
So Scully, tonight you came up short against Television Champion, Gator in the mini- gauntlet. There was a little controversy with the three count. Some feel you kicked out, other's think the pin fall was the correct decision. How do you feel about it?

Scully "How do I feel about it? How would you feel about it? Obviously, don't answer that, let's face it you'd never be man enough to step between those ropes. So it would never happen. But me, I'm pissed off. I feel let down by some bad officiating. That's how I feel, and nothing will get done about it, so just leave it as that!

Steve Sayors "What do you think of the overall winner of the gaintlet, Robowrestler1?

Scully "I don't give a damn about him. Can we move on from this? Why don't we talk about my upcoming match on Madness? Warfare was so last week."

Steve Sayors "Your opponent on Madness will be The Spike Hannigan. What are your thoughts on Spike? And will you be in the right frame of mind for that match?

Scully "Of course cuz I'm going to take it out on Pikey, Spikey. When the bell rings he will become my bitch. He will be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I am going to take my frustrations out on him. Spike is just another victim. He thinks he's impressive cuz he beat some old hag, some Old codger? Well I'm no old man. Actually, who the hell is Bob Murray anyway? Their's Bob Murray, a old hockey player. Bob Murray, a businessman who was chairman at Sunderland Football Club in England. Or you call them, Robert whatever. Who cares? He means nothing.
Anyway enough of this interview, The end Scully has spoken!"

With that I pick up my bag and leave Steve hanging. I put my bag in the boot of a cab and jump in ready for some sleep.