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KSSSSSSSHHHHHH...

The sound of harsh noise fills the outdoor arena as the stadium lights cut to blackness. The audience begins to cheer as the words DEATH STYLE appear on the tron before fading away to simply say:

7-0
#TheStreak

The grinding, screaming static sound continues under the starlight for 30 seconds. As the lights come back up, Mad Dog is standing on stage next to members of Cattle Decapitation who immediately launch into Not Suitable For Life from their new album The Anthropocene Extinction, now available on iTunes, Spotify, and all music stores near you! Mad Dog is dressed in his usual ring gear - cutoff shorts, boots, pads, and scars. Lots of scars.

So this is what you want?
A world not suitable for life?
Self-circling vultures, damming garbage ******** your traditions, ******** your ******** your systems and ******** your decisions

How can you look me in the eyes
And tell me you're proud of what you've done within this life?
Your footprint can't dematerialize
And when you did look where you've left your children behind...
A world unsuitable for life

Although the crowd was cheering for Mad Dog, the cheers weren't quite as loud as usual. Everyone generally liked Mad Dog, but there were obviously many J.W. Caliber fans here in Corpus Christi tonight. None of this bothered Mad Dog - he had been around the block and looked forward to beating the champion on his home turf.

As Mad Dog walks across the stage, Travis Ryan from Cattle Decap holds up knuckles, which Mad Dog coolly acknowledges, giving the growling vegan props with a fist bump. Following behind Mad Dog once again was his personal camera man, making sure to get good up-close footage of the band, the crowd, and Mad Dog's walkout. Mad Dog: 24/7 would be premiering on HBO very soon. Mad Dog had already taken out Marshall Lee, the TV champion - hopefully tonight he would have a nice new Crimson City belt to show to his viewers. Of course, Caliber had taken out a champion of his own recently, pinning World Champion Xavier X last week. Tonight, the two arguably strongest competitors in BBW at the moment would grapple for supremacy.

Following Mad Dog and his camera man were ring crew, instructed by Mad Dog to bring tables. Lots of tables. Both competitors wanted tables tonight, and dammit, there would be tables.

Introducing first! Hailing from the deep and dirty South, by way of Osaka, Japan... He weighed in tonight at 250 pounds... He is the Hardcore Messiah...
MAD DOG!

Mad Dog makes his way down the ramp, touching hands with the excited fans in the front row. As Mad Dog slaps hands, the ring crew begins placing tables on all sides of the ring. Approaching a table, Mad Dog runs his hand along the top of the wood. He smiles to himself. Beautiful craftsmanship. It would soon be broken into many, many pieces.

Finally, Mad Dog makes his way up the ring steps and onto the apron, standing with his back against the ropes. Looking out to the crowd, Mad Dog simply points out into the audience, receiving a huge pop in return. Hooking his elbows into the ropes, Mad Dog leans back and deftly flips backwards into the ring. As usual, Mad Dog marks his territory by stomping violently across the ring and scaling the opposite turnbuckle. Throwing his arms out, Mad Dog tilts his head back in his classic Hardcore Messiah pose, soaking in the cheers before his sure to be violent and painful match. Putting a hand on one nostril, Mad Dog forecfully blows out a snot rocket and jumps back to the canvas, stomping again as he lands. Grabbing the top rope, Mad Dog proceeds to lean back and yank downward, stretching his arms and testing the resistance of the ropes. As Mad Dog stretches in preparation, Cattle Decap finishes their song as ring crew hastily moves their gear offstage.

Mad Dog silently smirks to himself as the ring announcer says "true top dog of BBW." Everyone's got a canine pun, and Mad Dog had heard them all. rolleyes As puns are considered the lowest form of wit, Mad Dog would expect no less from the villainous cowboy. When Caliber holds his belt up high, Mad Dog takes a moment to reflect on the championship - the belt was simply a nice prop. He was much more concerned with keeping his winning streak alive and would do anything within his power to keep it that way.

When the bell rings, Mad Dog slowly begins to circle, looking for an opening in his opponent's guard. The Mad Dog of years past would have immediately rushed in dropping bombs, but with age comes wisdom. He would play it smart in a match with so much on the line.

Eating the quick kick to the thigh, Mad Dog leans his neck to the side and makes a loud cracking sound. Continuing to circle, he studies his opponents movement. He was fighting unusually conservative tonight.

Mad Dog sticks his leg out and allows the cowboy to kick it, baring his teeth at him and holding his hands up, Diaz-style, as if to say "is that all you've got?" Was it a mind game? Had Mad Dog simply gone stupid? Nevertheless, he continued to circle.

That wasn't exactly the response Mad Dog was looking for when he attempted to goad his opponent into a firefight. But there were no rules here in BBW. With much force, Caliber's boot crushes Mad Dog's heavy and hairy, testosterone-filled balls. They were nice testicles, the kind that would make Vince McMahon's grapefruits envious. These fertile orbs were incapable of producing female offspring. Babies from this sack would be born with full beards and flannel. For the moment, they were ruined. With a pained expression on his face, Mad Dog slumps to a knee.

In his weakened state, Mad Dog is taken down by Caliber's Thesz Press.