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John Austin · (12-14-2013)

We open up our scene in a dark alley-way located in a unknown location. The alley is barely lit with the night sky and the dim lights from the over head poles that are in danger of falling from being weather rotted. You can hear a water slowly dripping from a pipe nearby and hitting the cold cracked concrete. We hear foot steps coming into focus and a silhouette of a man stops dead center. A small flash of light appears and lights up what looking to be a cigarette. The man walks up closer to the camera and we see it is John Austin. The bruises around his nose tell us the wounds from John Raide are still fresh. He takes the blood soaked cotton out of his broken nose so he can enjoy his cigarette. He takes a few tokes before he begins speaking

Every good hero, has a good vilian. Look at it through the annals of time, I mean you had Rocky to Ivan Drago. You had Superman to Lex Luthor and you have John Austin to Smoke-Man. No matter what Lex or Ivan did to the heroes of the picture, the heroes always came out as the winners in the end and the vilians walked off in the sunset with their head tucked between their legs like the bitches they are. You see Smoke, you were like me when you first started out here in XWF, you won some matches and lost some matches THEN you decided you were ready for the big dogs like I was and you challenged me. See, if anyone remembers, back early on in my career I had a little issue with Luca Arzegotti. I thought I was hot shit and he put me in my place and I fell down the pecking order just like the rest of the boys in the back.

You could have safely went after the X-treme title and that UFO whatever title and been a solid key player as that champ. You could hold the gold, get the women, have the D list fame, all your hearts desire but instead you think you are ready for battle against one of XWF's best. See I have to go back Smoke, to Lethal Lottery. We teamed up in the second round against Nazi and Kimmy K and what would have been a easy clean sweep, we lost like a high school football team up against the New England Patriots. You like to tell people I couldn't hold my own but yet as I go back and watch that match, you got your ass handed to you by a girl and I had to battle it out with Nazi. If anything, you couldn't hold up your end of the bargain and now you are complaining and try to place the blame on anyone who seems fit.

You need to realize something, I could have took your soul right then and there but I didn't cause I knew somewhere down the road we would meet up again and funny how faith plays out isn't it? You see, I had a long talk with the savior and he told me the dirty deeds of your mind. He told me what makes you tick, what makes you yearn out in pleasure and in pain and I have took his words with great stride. I found me two of the toughest and roughest motherfuckers, east side of the flames that I stare at in the pit of despair and they both have issues with you Smoke. Gavin Graves and Steve Davids will follow me through the bloody shores of damn-nation, over the flames of hell and we will come for you and your partners souls and will take great pleasure in bringing them back to the home-land.

Anthony Jarvis Powell, you are quite a unknown to me and what better way to make a first impression for the father than a unknown soul for his feast. See Powell, I find you to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You can be like Smoke and join in his crusade of how Shane

has done you wrong or you can man up and tell your partner to go fuck himself because you are above that. Something tells me though that you are one of those that likes to "fight the good fight" and will show your true colors this coming up Warfare. That is all well and good Powell because there is nothing more that I like to do than take new blood down for the feast.

Andrew Morrison, you have been pretty vocal in my career since you made your debut in the company. We aligned and we dined on death and destruction. Sure, there was that one little hiccup in the road when I had to ceremonially exit you from the group we were in a few months ago, it was simply business but now we are on the other sides of the tracks. You see Andrew, we both worship what is good and pure about this universe, unlike those mere mortals that believe in the carpenter that floats in his space ship in the Heavens. I look at this to be, yet again, just business and promise to go easy on you if we do face off in the middle of the ring.

So you see Smoke-Man, we can go at it in the center of the ring, center of the parking lot or down deep in the pits of hell. It doesn't matter where or when because we all know who will come out victorious and that is me. Some say cockiness but we all know that it is the truth. I have defeated countless of individuals who dare defied his name and you will be added to the list, again and again and again. My savior will be watching on with great pleasure and anticipation as Gavin, Steve and I will do his biding and adding more souls to the altar of hate.

John takes the cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it off to the side. He turns around and begins walking back up the dark alleyway. Lightning flashes up the night sky and thunder can be heard booming in the distance which means only one thing...a storm is brewing...Our scene fades to darkness

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