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John Austin · (03-29-2014)

Our scene opens up in the garage at the home of John Austin and Christine Nash. We see John's beat up, black Ford sitting to the left and Christine's suv off to the right. The random assortment of lawn and garden tools are placed in various locations in the garage. To put it in its most simplest terms you can imagine, their garage is fucking junky just like the rest of the population in this God forsaken world. We see John sitting off to the side, sporting a painted face and only wearing a pair of blue jeans nicknamed his "holy jeans".

Don't touch me I am sick...don't touch me for I am sickkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

John grabs at his bare chest with both of his hands. The scars from his battle against Steve Davids from Italy a few months ago still show proudly. John closes his eyes and begins to rock back and forth like he has a case of the "can't help its".

They say I should care about the wins and losses. They should care about going after straps of gold that make you the so called "top dog". What they fail to realize time and time again is that I don't care. I don't care mommy for any of it. I don't care about how many wins or losses I have. I don't care if I have a title around my waist or not. To me, it's all just statistics for the historians. I always go out for blood first and for-most. I get the blood and then I go for your soul. After I get that from you, I take your worthless corpse and fuck your brains out till there is nothing left but a pile of organs....hehehe.

John opens his eyes through the multi colored face paint and his eyes go bright with delight. He walks over to the work bench that is on the opposite side of the room and grabs at a ball gag that was hanging next to a bright red hammer and torque wrench. He licks the pink colored ball like its a ice cream cone

*Moans*.......Ahhh yes Ambrose Helios, you may think I care about the statistics but I don't give a flying fuck. I go for the memorable moments in my career. Case and point, Matt Lennox. If anyone remembers that

, they know I embarrassed his ass for months and months and MONTHS....I embarrassed him so bad, what happened to him....that's right he is dead. Look at the war I had with Steve Davids in Italy Ambrose. We destroyed each other the likes that no one has seen and yeah I lost, big fucking deal. I lost but I kept my name in the minds of those who paid great money that day to see a fight and that is the win I like and go after.

I am going to bring this ball gag specially for you Ambrose. Before I hit you with Darkness Falls, I am going to place this baby inside your pretty little mouth. When I strap that son of a bitch on and in your mouth, I will kiss your forehead and then..LIGHTS OUT!.....Damn just even speaking of this is giving me such the hard on, it is unreal baby. You ain't NeoNero but you send some excitement through my veins that is for sure.

John takes the ball gag and walks back to the random as fuck bar-stool that he was first sitting on when this started. Like who the hell has a bar-stool in their garage anyway? ...Anyways, John sits back on the stool and connects the gag around his mouth but he keeps the ball itself out of his mouth.

I am sick Ambrose and you challenged a sick man to a hardcore match? I seriously wonder what the fuck is wrong with you. I mean if you are seriously mentally challenged, they have foundations for that but even mentally challenged individuals are smarter than you are. Regardless, you signed your own death warrant when challenging me to a hardcore match. In-case you don't know, I love the pain. After Neo slammed me through all those tables last week, I went back to my locker room and jacked off like a fucking champ...why? cause I am John Austin.

You can hit me with all the chairs. Throw me through all the tables. You can do whatever you want to me and it wont affect me. The normal person would hide in fear but I welcome whatever you want to do to me and I promise I won't bite...hard hehehe

John attaches the ball to his mouth and the saliva starts to form almost instantly from his mouth. We hear a muffled chuckle through the ball. John walks over to the beat up truck of his and reaches into the rusted up bed. He pulls out what looks to be a small red sharpie. He pops off the top and writes on his chest "A.H. GOD SEND DEATH"...John throws his hands off to the side in a crucifix pose with his head cocked to the side.

Suddenly the door that goes into the garage that connects to the house itself opens up wildly. We see Christine Nash in the doorway dressed ooo soo sultry and caring a black bull whip. She slowly walks behind John and places her hands around his waist. She lays her head on his shoulder...

Hehehehehe...unleash your inner sickness Ambrose...can you do it?....I have my doubts....hehehehe

John still stands in his pose as we see Christine begin to claw at the bare chest of John's with her sharp fingernails. The blood begins to slowly form from the scratches as our scene comes to a close.

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