12-27-2013, 02:26 PM
Our scene opens up in a small, empty auditorium. The lights have been lowered down to almost darkness and it is so quiet you could actually hear the sound of mice fucking. The sounds of footsteps can be heard across the wooden floor and we can make out the silhouette to be of John Austin. He is unusually dressed in a sports coat type top and tie and is caring a golden Halliburton. He sits the case down on the floor and looks back up to the camera with a intense look of seriousness. Something the XWF nation is not familiar with when it comes to Austin.
Hello everyone, my name is John Austin and usually you see me going off about how I serve as the right hand to the dark Lord and how he is the only true God but I am going to take this moment to be one hundred percent serious for once in my life. You see, I do worship what is truly right and pure in this world but with this special viewers choice of Madness this upcoming week. I call unto you with this very important message... So turn up your volume and listen in real close because I don't need to yell to get my point across.
It is near the end of year and I reflect on my one year tenure so far for XWF. I was apart of a little known group called The Connection and we ended team Crimson Knights reign as tag team champions by snuffing them out before they had their match. I single-handedly stole the show at the Wild Card pay per view. I out-lasted twenty nine other guys in the Thunderbowl and I officially ended the one hundred and twenty five day reign of Eli James as United States champion. You think to yourselves "Wow John, very impressive" but you wouldn't know all that if I didn't tell you. See, guys like Tony Santos and Griffin MacAlister have been getting more recognition and for what? Last time I checked the tag team titles have not been defended since Moby Dick was a minnow and Santos is still freezing his balls off over in Europe somewhere talking about Sid Feder. You know I was jealous, sure and when the opportunity arose itself for me to quite possibly take on these men made it even better.
Not only that, but our names are thrown into a ballot along with some mystery man and whoever wins takes on King Theo Pryce for his crown while the losers face off against each other in a triple threat. So decisions after decisions are there ladies and gentlemen. You see, as you are watching this, you have the power in your hands. You get to choose who you want to see face off against Theo. I beg of you, stop your votes on my name cause I can face Theo down the road some-other time. I am not worried about facing our king right now. You see, I want Tony Santos and I want Griffin MacAlister. I want to get my revenge on that sorry ass grease monkey for what he did to me at Vive La Revolution. I still feel the burn of that dragon on my back every damn day. I also still bear the scars from the nightstick you continuously cracked over my skull . It sickens me to think you get more air-time than guys like Michael McBride or even though I can not stand the man, LJ Havok. You don't deserve it and I will make you pay the ultimate price here on Monday. We have already had our wars through-out all the arenas around the world and it is time for this shit to end man.
Now I get to the meat and potatoes of this ranting and raving folks, it comes down to Tony Santos. You see Tony, I am not going to lie, you one of the reasons why I got into this business. This goes back before I started training to become a wrestler. A few of my buddies and I went to some local shitty independent show and you were main eventing. None of us ever heard of you but after that match was over, we damn sure became fans of Santos. We tape traded your matches, just to see the latest of what you were doing. But just like any good wrestler, you turn into a shell of your former self. You made it to the so called big leagues and what happened, your ass got tossed away like yesterday's news. You know I get tired man, I get tired of being asked the same old question at the airports "when are you going to face Tony Santos?"...So I ask you all watching now, stop voting for me and stop voting for Santos. Let me give you a reason to understand why I am one of the best things going today in XWF. Let me be the one to end this so called lucky streak Santos has been on.
*John slowly takes off his sports coat revealing a "Scott Hall -Bad Guy" t-shirt. He reaches into the Halliburton and pulls out a toothpick. He places the toothpick into his mouth before he begins speaking, this time in a thick Cuban accent*.....Let me tell you something rich mang. The bad guy doesn't lay down for ANYBODY know what I mean? ...It doesn't matter to me if I face those two cabróns or you rich mang, I will always steal the show and if they do vote me to take you on, I will beat your sorry ass. I will melt that crown down and make me a nice gold necklace. Two thousand and fourteen will be the year of the bad guy chico and before it's all said and done, everyone that crosses my path with get carved ....up
John takes the toothpick out of his mouth and flings it at the camera. He walks off with a strut that makes him look like the second coming of Scott Hall himself. If it isn't Satan John is preaching about, he is turning into a second coming of the bad guy. Damn this multiple personality thing is a bitch...