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We fade into a scene as we see a drunken Waylon at a bar in Omaha, Nebraska beside of the arena for Monday night Madness. He is playing pool at a table by his self. He drops to balls in off one shot. A lot better then what we seen his pussy ass opponent do in his promo earlier this week.

Waylon: You see boy hell I’m better then you at everything you try. Playing pool, name calling, and everything else including wrestling...

You think I got into this business by luck.

Hell No!!!

I worked hard to get here. I didn’t pay my way through like you. You’ve paid your way since you been here.

Your green card.

Your cars!

That cute little outfit you were.

But out of all of those things what makes me the sickest is you pay for your fans. You admitted it yourself in your last promo.

That’s fucking sad you know that. You pay all this money and they stick you with a guy that doesn’t even have clean overalls. Yet since I worked hard to learn what I know and to do what I do. Who you think the fans respect more?

You talk about respect but do you think the fans respect someone that calls them self master, or throws his money around? No oh wait you think they respect you because you can come up with these clever names to call me like Dud.

I seen this and I’m just thinking what the fuck is he going on about.

You make me feel like I’m fighting a 12 year old. I haven’t been called a dud since elementary school. Then you tried to call me a dumbass hillbilly.

Hell buddy I call myself that. You try to talk shit but you can’t tell me anything I don’t already know. Tell the people of XWF I’m . They know this.

Tell them I’m an inbred. They know this.

Tell them I fuck animals. They know this.

But you tell them I stupid for showing up early for our match. That’s where you are wrong. I’m stupid for showing up learning a place inch by inch wall by wall.

Hell you’re the dumb one for not thinking about it first. I will know this place better then you. So while you’re backstage, I’ll know where you’re at. When you’re changing or talking to someone. I’ll know all about it.

Then when you’re all alone, I’ll know that to. You see son I’m one step ahead. Your may have the mind but I have the power. I can hurt you when you don’t its coming, I can trap you like a fly in a spider web with nowhere to go. So you can sit back and say your training for our match.

Well hell all I see you doing is watching T.V and playing pool in that mansion.

You know there is a lot that makes us different bub. You study films and think you know everything. I study areas of weakness whether that is body, mind, or the area. I will take you out.

By the end of the show Monday I will make you beg. I will make you bleed and hurt more then you have ever been hurt.

I will treat you like an animal on my farm. Beat you and treat like dirt, but still get what I want from you to make me look good.

You may think you have everything because you live in a mansion, drive nice cars, and have all the money you need. And for a guy like you that is great.

But that’s not what I want. I don’t care who loves me what I live in or what I have. I just love the sport. That’s why I show up early. I may be a hillbilly like you say I admit that but I’m not someone that is easily out smarted.

You can study me on the big screen TV all you want. Day after day minute after minute. But at the end of the week when it comes time to fight I’m still going to be one step ahead of you.

Just keep that in mind son. See you soon!


Waylon drops the pool stick and starts walking toward the exit as the scene fades.