Damn Mexicans need to stay in Mexico.....
As with any other time of the day, it was early on a Wednesday morning. It was rather dreary out, from all the humidity and rain from the night before. I was sitting in my living room, facing my bay window towards the street. You could see the mildew collecting on the glass as the fog drifted along. I was being join by an old friend of mine, by the name of Kyle. Of course, we are talking about my younger brother who had been making his own name for himself in the XWF. He had decided to come over to help with a promo I wanted to deliver to that prick Madison.
Shocker
I made my intentions known to a certain Madison that I wanted to dethrone him of his little title of King. What he fails to realize is he is misinformed, as is normal for him.
Lightning
You know, he does have a point after all.
What the hell do you mean??
Quote:First off, we've got Shocker. This chico said right out the gate that he's coming for John Madison's crown. Well, amigo, I hate to break it to you, but that isn't gonna happen for a number of reasons. I'll tell you why. First off, I can't seem to find any noteworthy wins in your record. I find it odd that you're under the impression that you're gonna jump straight to the king when you haven't even proven yourself yet. And secondly, I haven't seen you in the ring for quite some time.
That's what he said.
The poor bastard didn't even take the time to look into my background. So what if I don't have tons of wins. Last time I checked, every single match I have been in was an instant classic. Every time I enter the ring, amazing things and 5 star entertainment follows. Just look at my match from High Stakes, where I literally speared a 400+ man in mid air, crashing into the mat below. You saw that right?
Of course he saw it. He was here when we broke down the entire match. He knew I was going into that match with more then gold in my mind. I was in that match to make it a living hell for every single man in that match.That's exactly what I did. When all was said and done, I was the only one walking away the least damaged. It has always been like this. It's not like I came away with the title, which is more then clear. Like I said before...
Just because he won the match, doesn't mean he WON the match. Did you happen to notice that after getting completely owned, he never was the same again. I tend to have that effect on people.
Like Kid X?
Like Kid X, CM Punk, John Black, hell even Thraxx and Cobra...you see a pattern?
Well I guess, but it's not like you had a match with Madison.
No that [motherfucker] took the bitch way out and nut shot me...multiple times...just to get the win. Prove he knew I had his number then, just like I have it now.
51?
51.
Matt and myself look at each other, indicating the number 51 had some kind of significance to it.
So, shall we head over to 51 then?
Sure. I'll concern myself with Madison and the rest of these wannabe "Superstars" that think they can win this Rumble after a few beers.
Matt grabs his keys and we head towards the door. You may be saying to yourself, why would you go to a bar in the early hours of the morning? Simple my young bastards; because I can do whatever the fuck I want. Just like I plan to do on Monday.
To Be Continued....of course.
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