"WCF Home Video Presents"
Dec 20, 2018 12:36:29 GMT -5
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Post by James Wolf on Dec 20, 2018 12:36:29 GMT -5
It was just a few days before Christmas and to nobodies surprise James Wolf had something special that the WCF, and every that inhabited would never forget. It would likely go down as one of the most infamous events ever presented within the WCF.
We open inside of Santa's work shop. There are millions of lists that contain the phrases Naughty, and Nice. As we zoom in closely to the current list atop Santa's desk we notice that it is labeled Naughty, and at number one is James Wolf. However to combat this situation the North Pole has had to go to extremes. It was now an impenetrable fortress with an iron gate lined with razor wire to prevent any more of the naughty population from breaking in, and causing Mr. Claus, and his elves to rebuild what could possibly be damaged. The North Pole, and Santa's residence included a big warehouse where the elves would make the children's toys. They've had to get more sophisticated each year with the electronics that each Tech company pushes out often building this gadgets from scratch. It was also said that only a child like spirit would bring Santa back to life in the event somebody tried to cause his death.
However looking at this fortress from afar it was clear some extreme planning would also have to take place in order to even get in here much less do any damage once that happened.
The Elves looked at their weapon shelves filled with many assault rifles, and grenades. Only these did not shoot bullets. They shot out Christmas cheer to infuse you with the Holiday spirit after the world had corrupted you into not believing. This name at the top of the list was different. He took being naughty to the extreme. His name switched from naughty to nice, and then back to naughty again! The Fortress that was the North Pole didn't know what to think of this but the fact that it was currently at naughty, and was staying there was something of a real problem not only for Santa but for the rest of the world in general.
As the camera moves back into Santa's work shop, and we go over to the desk, the camera moves up, and over just hovering above the desk as the name James Wolf sits at number one on the naughty list!
WCF Home Video Presents: James Wolf ruins Christmas fades in, and then back out as we remain centered at the North Pole.
In Santa's warehouse which just happened to be next to his workshop included an infinite space for storing the gifts necessary to make deliveries in just one night. Over in the corner is a big wooden box. You'd think that's where James Wolf would enter in order to sneak inside this massive fortness except that you'd be wrong! This box was of a magical variety that was essential to Santa's sleigh. It would shrink, and then resize according when Santa needed to fill that big red burlap sack.
The horizon over the North Pole for the first time ever had a bright sun instead of the dark one necessary in order to survive this climate. However this was not enough to affect anything as the Christmas spirit around the world was still protecting this Christmas fortress.
That was until the card for Monday Night Slam was booked. As the names James Wolf vs Matt Draven were written number two on the naughty list appeared under James Wolf, and that was Matt Draven.
Surveillance on the residence of Santa Claus showed Mrs Claus in the kitchen baking cookies for jolly old Saint Nick, but we see Mrs Claus immediately disappear, and when she appears in America she is a young Hooters waitress at the wonderful age of 28, and she is of course newly single. Her gray hair that was once in tucked in a bun is now removed, and in the place of it is long flowed red hair. With a bust size of 44 double D cups, her fit figure now makes the Hooters uniform look like that's what you were always suppose to do. She is ready for the Christmas rush at whatever hooters your imagination can conjure up.
Santa meanwhile is getting a little worse for wear. He isn't getting older but he is also cursed with getting younger. To the point where he is a young man who doesn't give a fuck about elves, or making one night of the year his work horse holiday!
We see the elves disappear, and they all turn into CEO's who get bail outs because they can't run their own company.
The reindeer have an even worse fate as they're now reindeer steak for any restaurant or hunter who wants to use their meat for a specific purpose.
Santa then stops his aging process and it goes completely in reverse. He is getting older but his white hair turns a yellowish gray color, and he stops aging right about at the seventy mark. Next his skin begins to turn an orange tan color. Santa immediately needs to find a mirror, and what he sees is the most awful thing that could have happened to him during this Christmas Year or any other.
Santa falls to his knees screaming a loud: "He turned me into Donald Trump!"
With that Santa fades from existence for this Christmas year. Christmas is dead for all the little girls and boys. Fuck Christmas! Did you expect anything less? Did you expect a long and drawn out battle between good and evil? In the real world you get real results. Not comfortable results to please everybody!
Matt Draven, first and foremost, I must thank you for helping me do what the mother fucking Grinch couldn't. Kill Christmas!
Now Matt don't think you're going to get any special treatment just because you happen to be a fucking ass hole like myself. I have an asshole gene. Its ingrained inside so I can never lose it. It's not a switch that can be turned off or on! While this Christmas should be special for everybody else here in the WCF it doesn't hold a special place in my heart for anything. It's just another corporate holiday where people spend money they should save on garbage they don't need! The fucking truth hurts. Nobody likes for you to shove it in their face like that.
Unfortunately, I'm not everybody, and I march to the beat of my own drum. I'm not some corporate sell out whose bought, and paid for so he can't tell you the truth of what Christmas is really about!
So Matt, let me ask you a question I bet you never hear very often. Are you related to the legendary Eric Draven? If you are you should use that power to peck out your own eyes because you must be goddamn blind if you can't recognize that the man you're stepping in the ring with is far better than you, and is more talented than you ever will be! It's absolutely terrific that you have women who are willing to answer for you because you haven't developed that voice of your own, and here's a quick tip. You better develop that voice quickly because Lili Rose, and Estrella will turn on you faster than you can blink if it comes down to you or them. That's why I only trust myself. Friendships, and relationships inside this business are for the weak! Everybody is trying to get on top, and once one person reaches the top they will do anything in their power to hold you down because they are the target, and you are the threat to their livelihood! That's the whole truth and nothing but the fucking truth. The WCF won't tell you that though. It serves its own interests! It didn't take me long to test you, and find out exactly what I thought all along. You're weak as shit! Not only physically, but mentally as well. Who on Earth would need a woman to handle a man's business? Beside you the only man I can think of is John Rabid! He's the new butler to Bonnie Blue. He carries that World Title for her like its his. When the whole outside world can see what's going on he is brain washed and continues to do her bidding. Only with you; you need the help from the women on the roster who are mediocre, and they need to get their name out there.The match is between you, and I. If I want to post things to piss you off its up to you to respond back to me in order to drum up interest in this match so we can steal the show. But, that's the problem with the WCF social media. There's always somebody else who wants to get their two cents in. Sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong. You just let it go failing to understand they Lili Rose isn't going to win the match for you. You have to do it yourself, and you know you fucking can't win! You're setting yourself up for failure and that's fine with me I could always use another stepping stone as I work my way to that WCF World Title, or whatever starter title I get before I make the jump. Matt, if I would you I'd politely decline any help, and just go at it on your own! You'd rather fail again on your own merits than by having somebody fail to be their by your side! Trust me Matt! I was testing you and you obviously failed because you cannot stand on your own two feet!
Speaking of this being a unique Christmas and having things happen that don't usually happen I'm going to tell you what your future holds for you. Because I'm such a nice guy. Obviously you can note my sarcasm! After I bury you at Slam you'll do the same thing Santa did. You'll cease to exist! Then you can thank me for sending you to a place you cannot escape!No amount of time travel will be able to help you either. You can get all the support from the women of the WCF roster, or even the support of the WCF roster as a whole. Excluding myself of course, and guess what will happen. It will still fail, and you'll end up looking like a bigger fool than you all ready are. I won't have to worry about any more back talk from those bitches on your section of twitter. That's why I choose not to participate any more. Because it's just a bunch of bull shit wrapped up in one giant red bow! I think we can all agree that nobody has time for any of that. See Matt, you're just a big waste of time, and I know I'm not the only person who thinks that's true. You're in the miniority where not only does your opinion doesn't matter but your reputation also doesnt matter either. It truly sucks to be you. It finally came to this. The new year is approaching us and I can give you a forecast of what to expect. That will be my year. Mark my words. This year has been filled with many highs, and lows. Most of them for one reason or the other have been lows, but that's life, and things can only get better from here! Now Matt, you can either stay sheltered on twitter or actually come out of your basement to deliver a promo. I would say don't keep me waiting but I'm used to waiting to see what kind of garbage I've got to look forward too from the scrub I'm facing! Make no doubt about it you are a fucking scrub with a fancy last name. That last name doesn't carry the same weight with me that it does everybody else around here.
All off a sudden Santa appears at the feet of James Wolf, and the once big jolly fat man is on his knees begging. Santa Trump just wants to be Santa Claus now. Not an exact replica of Trump!
Santa Trump: Whatever you did please, please switch back from naughty to nice so the North Pole reverts back to the way it once. I everything back the way it once. Christmas doesn't deserve to be ruined, and I don't deserve to be a member of the Trump family! I don't want to be Trumps long lost twin brother change me back please!
James looks down at Santa Trump unfazed, a blank expression across his face.
Sorry Santa, but you're screwed! You can thank Matt Draven, and the rest of the WCF roster. Because I honestly don't give a rats ass about Christmas, or you for that matter. The only thing care about is me. Get the fuck out of here, and go grovel at Trump Tower!
Santa Trump disappears and is transported to New York at the nearest Trump tower, and his punishment is he'll do slave labor under Trump for the rest of his miserable life!
James stands there proud of himself as he continues on regarding his match at Slam.
Maybe Alex Richards was right in that I'm just an uncaring sociopath, but do you know what that also means for you Matt? That means the WCF can't bar me from almost killing you in the ring. The only thing you get for Christmas beside a nice big Christmas card that said "Fuck Christmas, and Fuck You Too" thats a memento you'll always have by the way! But, beside that Christmas card the other party of the gift you'll get its a fucking beating. You may call it high way robbery when I win but you know it won't matter then if you're right or wrong. The only thing that will is the perception around here. I have to be honest though I don't think it will change. This place has a tendecy to run a clique that you're not a part of. When you're an outsider you have to continue to act like an outsider. The reasons why should not be lost on you either Matt! At Monday Slam I have a suggestion you. Since you need training wheels in Lili Rose how about you leave her in whatever hospital room you wheeled her out of. Put her by the television so she can bitch to the hospital staff that its not loud enough. Then after you get done with your visit come to Monday Night Slam. I'll be in the ring. Ready for what ever you threat you think you pose to me. I'll kill everything inside of you. You'll be a shell of you former self. All it will have taken is me beating you to a fucking bloody pulp, battered, and broken inside of that ring. Bring your Christmas spirit so I can kill it, and everything it represents. The same however doesn't apply to me! I know what you thinking too. Why doesn't it? I guess you'll never find out. That's just too fucking bad too! So I'll leave it and this hoping you don't have any stupid fucking questions. You don't have the power to stop me. Do just do me a favor and show up so I can get paid, and then get the hell out of dodge until the next its time to invade the next shit hole city, and arena. Matt just one more thing. Fight that urge to get help you don't need! Or else I'll be forced to put them out of their misery right in front of you! Now Matt come take your beating like a good little boy, and while you're at it if you find the now single Ms Claus at Hooters I guess she can see if your stocking really is hung. Hopefully is not a Vienna sausage. You know young women love to talk. I hope it goes well for your sake because at Slam everything you've worked toward whatever that may be will all be for nothing. If you decide to bring Lili Rose, or if she wheels her ass out there to take a better look at the action, and I see it; I'm going to go over to where she is and kick over the wheel chair, and as she spills out I'm just going to point and laugh at her being so help less. I'll extend her stay as a set of training wheels for you or somebody else. Then I'll just leave the scene while everybody else scrambles to her aid. For your safety, and her safety I suggest you tell her to mind her to her own business! Me taking a win from you is just business. Me taking one from her while she is wheel chair bound is a bonus. I'll await your response Matt. Don't keep me waiting long. I know you're a lazy fuck but maybe you can prove at least one person wrong!
We see that James is decked out in Arctic gear along with no shoes. He starts heading the other direction to head way from the North Pole. As he does this we fade to black.
This has been a presentation of WCF Home Video
We open inside of Santa's work shop. There are millions of lists that contain the phrases Naughty, and Nice. As we zoom in closely to the current list atop Santa's desk we notice that it is labeled Naughty, and at number one is James Wolf. However to combat this situation the North Pole has had to go to extremes. It was now an impenetrable fortress with an iron gate lined with razor wire to prevent any more of the naughty population from breaking in, and causing Mr. Claus, and his elves to rebuild what could possibly be damaged. The North Pole, and Santa's residence included a big warehouse where the elves would make the children's toys. They've had to get more sophisticated each year with the electronics that each Tech company pushes out often building this gadgets from scratch. It was also said that only a child like spirit would bring Santa back to life in the event somebody tried to cause his death.
However looking at this fortress from afar it was clear some extreme planning would also have to take place in order to even get in here much less do any damage once that happened.
The Elves looked at their weapon shelves filled with many assault rifles, and grenades. Only these did not shoot bullets. They shot out Christmas cheer to infuse you with the Holiday spirit after the world had corrupted you into not believing. This name at the top of the list was different. He took being naughty to the extreme. His name switched from naughty to nice, and then back to naughty again! The Fortress that was the North Pole didn't know what to think of this but the fact that it was currently at naughty, and was staying there was something of a real problem not only for Santa but for the rest of the world in general.
As the camera moves back into Santa's work shop, and we go over to the desk, the camera moves up, and over just hovering above the desk as the name James Wolf sits at number one on the naughty list!
WCF Home Video Presents: James Wolf ruins Christmas fades in, and then back out as we remain centered at the North Pole.
In Santa's warehouse which just happened to be next to his workshop included an infinite space for storing the gifts necessary to make deliveries in just one night. Over in the corner is a big wooden box. You'd think that's where James Wolf would enter in order to sneak inside this massive fortness except that you'd be wrong! This box was of a magical variety that was essential to Santa's sleigh. It would shrink, and then resize according when Santa needed to fill that big red burlap sack.
The horizon over the North Pole for the first time ever had a bright sun instead of the dark one necessary in order to survive this climate. However this was not enough to affect anything as the Christmas spirit around the world was still protecting this Christmas fortress.
That was until the card for Monday Night Slam was booked. As the names James Wolf vs Matt Draven were written number two on the naughty list appeared under James Wolf, and that was Matt Draven.
Surveillance on the residence of Santa Claus showed Mrs Claus in the kitchen baking cookies for jolly old Saint Nick, but we see Mrs Claus immediately disappear, and when she appears in America she is a young Hooters waitress at the wonderful age of 28, and she is of course newly single. Her gray hair that was once in tucked in a bun is now removed, and in the place of it is long flowed red hair. With a bust size of 44 double D cups, her fit figure now makes the Hooters uniform look like that's what you were always suppose to do. She is ready for the Christmas rush at whatever hooters your imagination can conjure up.
Santa meanwhile is getting a little worse for wear. He isn't getting older but he is also cursed with getting younger. To the point where he is a young man who doesn't give a fuck about elves, or making one night of the year his work horse holiday!
We see the elves disappear, and they all turn into CEO's who get bail outs because they can't run their own company.
The reindeer have an even worse fate as they're now reindeer steak for any restaurant or hunter who wants to use their meat for a specific purpose.
Santa then stops his aging process and it goes completely in reverse. He is getting older but his white hair turns a yellowish gray color, and he stops aging right about at the seventy mark. Next his skin begins to turn an orange tan color. Santa immediately needs to find a mirror, and what he sees is the most awful thing that could have happened to him during this Christmas Year or any other.
Santa falls to his knees screaming a loud: "He turned me into Donald Trump!"
With that Santa fades from existence for this Christmas year. Christmas is dead for all the little girls and boys. Fuck Christmas! Did you expect anything less? Did you expect a long and drawn out battle between good and evil? In the real world you get real results. Not comfortable results to please everybody!
Matt Draven, first and foremost, I must thank you for helping me do what the mother fucking Grinch couldn't. Kill Christmas!
Now Matt don't think you're going to get any special treatment just because you happen to be a fucking ass hole like myself. I have an asshole gene. Its ingrained inside so I can never lose it. It's not a switch that can be turned off or on! While this Christmas should be special for everybody else here in the WCF it doesn't hold a special place in my heart for anything. It's just another corporate holiday where people spend money they should save on garbage they don't need! The fucking truth hurts. Nobody likes for you to shove it in their face like that.
Unfortunately, I'm not everybody, and I march to the beat of my own drum. I'm not some corporate sell out whose bought, and paid for so he can't tell you the truth of what Christmas is really about!
So Matt, let me ask you a question I bet you never hear very often. Are you related to the legendary Eric Draven? If you are you should use that power to peck out your own eyes because you must be goddamn blind if you can't recognize that the man you're stepping in the ring with is far better than you, and is more talented than you ever will be! It's absolutely terrific that you have women who are willing to answer for you because you haven't developed that voice of your own, and here's a quick tip. You better develop that voice quickly because Lili Rose, and Estrella will turn on you faster than you can blink if it comes down to you or them. That's why I only trust myself. Friendships, and relationships inside this business are for the weak! Everybody is trying to get on top, and once one person reaches the top they will do anything in their power to hold you down because they are the target, and you are the threat to their livelihood! That's the whole truth and nothing but the fucking truth. The WCF won't tell you that though. It serves its own interests! It didn't take me long to test you, and find out exactly what I thought all along. You're weak as shit! Not only physically, but mentally as well. Who on Earth would need a woman to handle a man's business? Beside you the only man I can think of is John Rabid! He's the new butler to Bonnie Blue. He carries that World Title for her like its his. When the whole outside world can see what's going on he is brain washed and continues to do her bidding. Only with you; you need the help from the women on the roster who are mediocre, and they need to get their name out there.The match is between you, and I. If I want to post things to piss you off its up to you to respond back to me in order to drum up interest in this match so we can steal the show. But, that's the problem with the WCF social media. There's always somebody else who wants to get their two cents in. Sticking their nose in where it doesn't belong. You just let it go failing to understand they Lili Rose isn't going to win the match for you. You have to do it yourself, and you know you fucking can't win! You're setting yourself up for failure and that's fine with me I could always use another stepping stone as I work my way to that WCF World Title, or whatever starter title I get before I make the jump. Matt, if I would you I'd politely decline any help, and just go at it on your own! You'd rather fail again on your own merits than by having somebody fail to be their by your side! Trust me Matt! I was testing you and you obviously failed because you cannot stand on your own two feet!
Speaking of this being a unique Christmas and having things happen that don't usually happen I'm going to tell you what your future holds for you. Because I'm such a nice guy. Obviously you can note my sarcasm! After I bury you at Slam you'll do the same thing Santa did. You'll cease to exist! Then you can thank me for sending you to a place you cannot escape!No amount of time travel will be able to help you either. You can get all the support from the women of the WCF roster, or even the support of the WCF roster as a whole. Excluding myself of course, and guess what will happen. It will still fail, and you'll end up looking like a bigger fool than you all ready are. I won't have to worry about any more back talk from those bitches on your section of twitter. That's why I choose not to participate any more. Because it's just a bunch of bull shit wrapped up in one giant red bow! I think we can all agree that nobody has time for any of that. See Matt, you're just a big waste of time, and I know I'm not the only person who thinks that's true. You're in the miniority where not only does your opinion doesn't matter but your reputation also doesnt matter either. It truly sucks to be you. It finally came to this. The new year is approaching us and I can give you a forecast of what to expect. That will be my year. Mark my words. This year has been filled with many highs, and lows. Most of them for one reason or the other have been lows, but that's life, and things can only get better from here! Now Matt, you can either stay sheltered on twitter or actually come out of your basement to deliver a promo. I would say don't keep me waiting but I'm used to waiting to see what kind of garbage I've got to look forward too from the scrub I'm facing! Make no doubt about it you are a fucking scrub with a fancy last name. That last name doesn't carry the same weight with me that it does everybody else around here.
All off a sudden Santa appears at the feet of James Wolf, and the once big jolly fat man is on his knees begging. Santa Trump just wants to be Santa Claus now. Not an exact replica of Trump!
Santa Trump: Whatever you did please, please switch back from naughty to nice so the North Pole reverts back to the way it once. I everything back the way it once. Christmas doesn't deserve to be ruined, and I don't deserve to be a member of the Trump family! I don't want to be Trumps long lost twin brother change me back please!
James looks down at Santa Trump unfazed, a blank expression across his face.
Sorry Santa, but you're screwed! You can thank Matt Draven, and the rest of the WCF roster. Because I honestly don't give a rats ass about Christmas, or you for that matter. The only thing care about is me. Get the fuck out of here, and go grovel at Trump Tower!
Santa Trump disappears and is transported to New York at the nearest Trump tower, and his punishment is he'll do slave labor under Trump for the rest of his miserable life!
James stands there proud of himself as he continues on regarding his match at Slam.
Maybe Alex Richards was right in that I'm just an uncaring sociopath, but do you know what that also means for you Matt? That means the WCF can't bar me from almost killing you in the ring. The only thing you get for Christmas beside a nice big Christmas card that said "Fuck Christmas, and Fuck You Too" thats a memento you'll always have by the way! But, beside that Christmas card the other party of the gift you'll get its a fucking beating. You may call it high way robbery when I win but you know it won't matter then if you're right or wrong. The only thing that will is the perception around here. I have to be honest though I don't think it will change. This place has a tendecy to run a clique that you're not a part of. When you're an outsider you have to continue to act like an outsider. The reasons why should not be lost on you either Matt! At Monday Slam I have a suggestion you. Since you need training wheels in Lili Rose how about you leave her in whatever hospital room you wheeled her out of. Put her by the television so she can bitch to the hospital staff that its not loud enough. Then after you get done with your visit come to Monday Night Slam. I'll be in the ring. Ready for what ever you threat you think you pose to me. I'll kill everything inside of you. You'll be a shell of you former self. All it will have taken is me beating you to a fucking bloody pulp, battered, and broken inside of that ring. Bring your Christmas spirit so I can kill it, and everything it represents. The same however doesn't apply to me! I know what you thinking too. Why doesn't it? I guess you'll never find out. That's just too fucking bad too! So I'll leave it and this hoping you don't have any stupid fucking questions. You don't have the power to stop me. Do just do me a favor and show up so I can get paid, and then get the hell out of dodge until the next its time to invade the next shit hole city, and arena. Matt just one more thing. Fight that urge to get help you don't need! Or else I'll be forced to put them out of their misery right in front of you! Now Matt come take your beating like a good little boy, and while you're at it if you find the now single Ms Claus at Hooters I guess she can see if your stocking really is hung. Hopefully is not a Vienna sausage. You know young women love to talk. I hope it goes well for your sake because at Slam everything you've worked toward whatever that may be will all be for nothing. If you decide to bring Lili Rose, or if she wheels her ass out there to take a better look at the action, and I see it; I'm going to go over to where she is and kick over the wheel chair, and as she spills out I'm just going to point and laugh at her being so help less. I'll extend her stay as a set of training wheels for you or somebody else. Then I'll just leave the scene while everybody else scrambles to her aid. For your safety, and her safety I suggest you tell her to mind her to her own business! Me taking a win from you is just business. Me taking one from her while she is wheel chair bound is a bonus. I'll await your response Matt. Don't keep me waiting long. I know you're a lazy fuck but maybe you can prove at least one person wrong!
We see that James is decked out in Arctic gear along with no shoes. He starts heading the other direction to head way from the North Pole. As he does this we fade to black.
This has been a presentation of WCF Home Video
