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John Austin · (12-14-2013)

Defiance, State Control

A New World Order is Upon Us

POP!...POP!....POP!....sounds of gun-fire can be heard originating from outside the window of the Grand Wizard resort located in beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada. The skies have turned a dark haze. What was once a beautiful sight to hold, Las Vegas has turned into a battle ground of good versus evil. The sounds of more heavier gun fire can be heard overlapping the single fire rounds. Screams upon screams from those outside can be heard giving chills up and down your spine..

You turn on your television and you are greeted with the sound of dead air and then static appears

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After a few minutes, the statics slowly dissipates and we see John Austin dressed in a suit and tie and sitting behind a news desk. We see him reach below the desk and brings up a golden saber that you have been so accustomed to seeing in previous promos on XWF.com. The saber that was once gold is now covered in various amounts of blood. He slams the saber down on the desk with a hard THUD.... he adjusts his tie and takes the cotton out of his recently broken nose at the hands of John Raide...

Ladies and Gentlemen of the United States of America, we are under Marshall Law. Now I am not Walter Cronkite or Katie Couric so I am not going to sugar coat it. After the recent events at twelve o clock this afternoon in New York, all hell has broken loose around the world and Marshall Law has been declared. So grab your guns, your knives and whatever you use for a weapon and go after the bastards that have done you wrong in life. Go take their soul for revenge because you too may be dead before you know it. So go kill those bastards because a new world order will be declared after this chaos subsides.

Now on another note since I have this precious air-time, Smoke-Man, you and I have some serious issues to work out. After I became champion, you wanted a piece of John Austin well bitch, you now get your chance. I was presented the offer for choosing two guys to team with in my main event and let me say you are not one of them. See I searched the bowels of hell with the undead army and found two bad motherfuckers worthy enough and more twisted enough to fight you. Steve Davids and Gavin Graves, I call upon you on this day of tragedy to team up with me and fight through this chaos and finally end this so called Smoke-Man crusade.

So Smoke, you grab Powell and Morrison and come at us with everything you got because you don't stand a chance. What better souls to take back to the father for his feeding than a wannabe crusader, some nobody and a monster among men. I told you Smoke you would get your chance at me if you waited like a good little solider. The same soldiers who are picking a fight with us Americans right there on the streets right now. The same soldiers who are dying because my undead army are outlasting them.

It is chaos at its fullest and maybe you will now heed my words Smoke-Man, you should have accepted that Shane

is our leader and ruler of the land. Now you have to step in the ring with three of the baddest individuals roaming the lands of the unknown right now. So lock up your daughters, hide your wives and accept the fact that the world we know about us is fixing to change.

Life is precious Smoke and you done pissed off the wrong individual. Powell and Morrison are just two innocent bystanders that I will have no problem in removing their souls from their lifeless bodies. We will stand supreme and we will drag you three through the bloody shores of hell. We will place you on the altar of hate and when our father bares his fangs and lets off his howl, your lives have ended.

You will lay their frozen in fear and he will rip into each and every one of you, bite by fucking bite until their is nothing left. You see Smoke, you could have signed your life away to him and would have became something in life like I have but you still flounder through the world as a nobody and what do you do to make yourself relevant, you pick a fight with our glorious leader.

We are coming Smoke so get your team ready for the slaughter that awaits them this coming up on Warfare. I hope you guys are listening real close because you can break my nose, break my arms, break my legs, it doesn't matter because I will always have the last laugh...The father and I will always have the last laugh....*John begins laughing sinister like*

We John reach bellow the desk and brings up the head of what appears to be the news-caster you were use to seeing at this normal time of the day. Blood drips down from the head that John Austin holds proudly like a savage in the air...We go back to dead air on the television screen and through the dead air we hear a voice saying

No-one can save you Smoke-Man

Your Crusade ENDS!!!!!!!!

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