Post by AdamYoung on Sept 27, 2012 1:10:35 GMT -5
Scene-Novice,Texas
Adam Young is standing in the middle of a four way stop in a brown Mossy Oak t-shirt, jeans and black Tony Llama boots.
Adam-Tighter than the bark of a hickory tree.
Corey Moon steps in right beside him in a black "Moccasin Creek" t-shirt, jeans and black Justin boots.
Moon-Tougher than a pine knot.
Boom Boom steps in wearing a white "White Trash" t-shirt, jeans and black Ariat boots.
Boom Boom-Don't you make me open a can o' whoop-ass on ya.
Adam-WAR is upon us again in the WCF and this redneck is prepared to kick in the teeth of his own grandma to win this sum bitch.Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. People in the WCF think that since I'm a redneck I got rocks for brains. Well that might be but when aligned right I make peoples lives a living hell, how ya doin Black. He who laughs last, thinks slowest. This is just a friday night back home for us in West Texas. It might be a Battle Royale to the rest of the roster but to me its just a barroom brawl. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine. WCF is indeed in need of change and I'm the mother fucker going to bring it. We have plans to reclaim the tag titles that rightfully belong to me and hell I mine as well take the World title too. Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.
Adam spits a big ole chunk of chaw out.
Adam-The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first. Southern Justice plans on being at the front of the pack cause everyone else is just look at front runners asses. The hour glass is running fast as the days turn into seconds, how much time is left before the Villain unleashes his vengences on the WCF roster. WAR marks the return of blood in the WCF courtesy of me. Get ready boys I've been pinned up too long lettin you noobs get your face time, now its time to reclaim my place.
Adam Young is standing in the middle of a four way stop in a brown Mossy Oak t-shirt, jeans and black Tony Llama boots.
Adam-Tighter than the bark of a hickory tree.
Corey Moon steps in right beside him in a black "Moccasin Creek" t-shirt, jeans and black Justin boots.
Moon-Tougher than a pine knot.
Boom Boom steps in wearing a white "White Trash" t-shirt, jeans and black Ariat boots.
Boom Boom-Don't you make me open a can o' whoop-ass on ya.
Adam-WAR is upon us again in the WCF and this redneck is prepared to kick in the teeth of his own grandma to win this sum bitch.Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. People in the WCF think that since I'm a redneck I got rocks for brains. Well that might be but when aligned right I make peoples lives a living hell, how ya doin Black. He who laughs last, thinks slowest. This is just a friday night back home for us in West Texas. It might be a Battle Royale to the rest of the roster but to me its just a barroom brawl. Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine. WCF is indeed in need of change and I'm the mother fucker going to bring it. We have plans to reclaim the tag titles that rightfully belong to me and hell I mine as well take the World title too. Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't.
Adam spits a big ole chunk of chaw out.
Adam-The things that come to those who wait will be the things left by those who got there first. Southern Justice plans on being at the front of the pack cause everyone else is just look at front runners asses. The hour glass is running fast as the days turn into seconds, how much time is left before the Villain unleashes his vengences on the WCF roster. WAR marks the return of blood in the WCF courtesy of me. Get ready boys I've been pinned up too long lettin you noobs get your face time, now its time to reclaim my place.
