::For the purposes of continuity, this is playing out mere moments following the failed pin attempt by Charlie Nickles. The 11 hour response time rules clearly apply in context with actual timestamp::


The metallic clink of coins into a coin slot sounds while Simp, using his own removed shirt (the devoted and dog-like labrador retriever receiver of Kor's nightly pegging that he is), sets about gently cleaning Korvayne's puke from her lips.

Meanwhile...

The camera swings to reveal none other than the returning Jim Caedus standing before a vending machine, choosing and pressing his selection-- the dusty and unused item marked Male Prophylactics...because yeah, who among such an historically irresponsible roster wants to spoil the fun and avoid genital herpes? Plus, I mean, "breeder's kink", amirite? You won't hear Jim denying it; not with those very words tattooed lengthwise down his big fat cock in large font. Of course, it is the very unpopular nature of rubbers amongst this filthy XWF family that has kept Jim's true selection protected, a secret, an item which makes quite the boom as its hefty weight drops down into the vending machine's delivery bin. The indicator light next to the selection button glows red for empty. Jim plucks the one-of-a-kind item out...the legendary XWF golden potato. ...Is that still a thing? Ah well... Jim pockets the lustrous 'tater and turns to advance on the trio of souls.

Still exhausted from recently winning both one half of the Tag Titles and the X strap during Bad Medicine, an impressive feat, Kor' pays the noise no mind as Simp now drops to one knee like a good little bitch to begin cleaning the vomit splashback from her shins and feet.

Jim reaches the duo...


...but passes and instead focuses on good ol' Chuckers who is currently picking himself up and dusting off after getting sammiched between Simp and Korvayne, the latter now taking notice of Jim's presence. Once within proximity of Nickles-

-Jim executes his Wrexus Plexus, nailing Char' in the chest with the powerful kick, sending him sprawling and sliding across the floor.

"I did say it ain't over didn't I. And it still ain't."

Jim then pivots to Simp and Korvayne, the former finishing his submissive duties and rising, turning, just in time to receive Jim's Purgatory Punch spinning back fist and crumpling in an unconscious heap. Jim swiftly follows this up with his Equal Ground, dropping Korvayne as well. He stands over her.

"Sorry sweets, I'm sensing you're in your "Tortured Champion" arc at the moment and I couldn't resist. "Corliss" by the way? ...l-o-l... Indeed. Anyway, just makin' a point. Congrats on your victories."

With that, Jim turns to make his exit.
Then spins and places a foot on Korvanye, because fuck it, keep you on your toes. A ref makes the count.
1...
2...

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The overwhelming stench of Icy Hot and Bengay radiating off Jim's body which needs those things to operate, is enough to jolt the GREAT Korvayne to consciousness. She kicks out of what she assumes is a pin attempt (?).. with authority. She hasn't come to say anything because let's say Charlie comes back into the fray and brawls all over the place with Jim. While they do that, Korvayne collects her SIMP then retrieves an 8x10 photo of herself and signs it with the words: welcome back Jim. Now fucking leave. 

She then waits for a moment in the brawl and when it comes she staples the autograph onto a wrinkle along Jim's forehead. She then leaves with her SIMP and the annoyed Ref who is still holding the X treme title Kor is too disgusted to hold

The Honey Pot Company organic cooling herbal infusion menstrual pads, for women with vaginas so incredibly blown out-- via riding baseball sized bulbous bedposts and masturbating with bananas by the bunch --they can't contain tampons... the selection with essential oils including mint, a menthol-like odor; the scent hits Jim's olfactory senses like a sledgehammer. He remembers all too well the past randoms he rekt who were forced to utilize said product to sponge up heavy flow. He wonders if Korvayne is aware of her noxious stench. That and the inclusion of the foul rotting aquatic snatch stink inherent in a high volume, back-to-back close proximity multi-partner lifestyle. Meh, not his problem. Let the SIMP receive Korvayne's bountiful gift of gonorrhea with a UTI to boot.

He departs.

Oh, and he pulls free and pockets the autograph slut photo Korvayne stapled to his forehead when he and Charlie apparently took a moment during their brawl to allow this action--- as if Charlie wouldn't have taken the opportunity to try to retire another female from the roster as he so proudly brags, heh, weird ---with future uses in mind of forging her signature for all sorts of wacky, trouble causing dumbass reasons he would then explain off to the authorities if caught as being purely "all part of the show" in the XWF.

As he walks, he concurs that while his true purpose of pursuing punishing justice in context with Cucky Nickles had been served and sated for the time being, interacting with Kor' had revealed that aside of her being a rancid bitch, he finds her cunty attitude endearing. Yep, Korvayne is good people.