Post by AdamYoung on Dec 6, 2015 8:29:18 GMT -5
Scene- El Paso, Texas
Adam is sitting in his 2015 Ford F-350 King Ranch 4x4 drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Adam- You feel the rumble under your feet Spencer. You feel that pit in your stomach getting bigger and bigger punk. Are you beginning to wonder if you've bitten off way more than you can handle. I've noticed your focus isn't where it should be, on me bitch. You've been trying to trade remarks with the Beach Krew who shouldn't even be on your radar. The Outlaw Gentlemen should control every thought in your pea size brain punk, I'm starting to think you really have a death wish and wont Raymond and myself to end it all for you, you know I can help you out with that.
Adam takes a big gulp from the bottle.
Adam- Take a look around Spencer behind me you have Texas, to the left you have Old Mexico and straight ahead you have New Mexico. It all looks the same but all three are very different. Let me lay it down for you punk, now at SLAM Pat would be New Mexico. Now New Mexico was never new or worth shit. Only thing big that ever came out of New Mexico was Bruiser Brody and he left as soon as he had enough money. Pat is worthless and pennyless. Hell he's just like the savages that live in New Mexico, all bark and no bite.
Adam steps out of his truck and looks towards Old Mexico.
Adam- Now you have Benson who's just like Old Mexico, no one cares what happens to him or who does it to him. IT's just like how America and the rest of the World could give a rat's ass about how the Cartels have taken complete control of Old Mexico. They do mass murders and we don't give a flying fuck, you know he's just like you Spencer.
Adam throws his bottle into the Rio Grande river.
Adam- Now Spencer incase you haven't figured it out by now I'm not like any other wrestler in the locker room. I don't pretray to be someone I'm not in real life, what you see is who I am everyday. I'm a loud rude redneck you doesn't give a shit about being politically correct of if I hurt your damn feelings. I speak my mind and if I feel you've disrespected me I take care of it. I've been taking care of pieces of shit like you in the WCF for a while now and have no plans of stoping. If I feel like I need help someone is always around to help out when needed. I've just happened to find someone in Raymond Hatcher who feels about the World the same way as I do. Hell he might even hate you more than I do bitch.
Adam climbs back in his truck and starts it up.
Adam- Is there no standards in professional wrestling any more that little bitches like you actually have a job in it.
Adam turns his music up and its "Walk" by Pantera as he peels out into the darkness.
Adam is sitting in his 2015 Ford F-350 King Ranch 4x4 drinking from a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Adam- You feel the rumble under your feet Spencer. You feel that pit in your stomach getting bigger and bigger punk. Are you beginning to wonder if you've bitten off way more than you can handle. I've noticed your focus isn't where it should be, on me bitch. You've been trying to trade remarks with the Beach Krew who shouldn't even be on your radar. The Outlaw Gentlemen should control every thought in your pea size brain punk, I'm starting to think you really have a death wish and wont Raymond and myself to end it all for you, you know I can help you out with that.
Adam takes a big gulp from the bottle.
Adam- Take a look around Spencer behind me you have Texas, to the left you have Old Mexico and straight ahead you have New Mexico. It all looks the same but all three are very different. Let me lay it down for you punk, now at SLAM Pat would be New Mexico. Now New Mexico was never new or worth shit. Only thing big that ever came out of New Mexico was Bruiser Brody and he left as soon as he had enough money. Pat is worthless and pennyless. Hell he's just like the savages that live in New Mexico, all bark and no bite.
Adam steps out of his truck and looks towards Old Mexico.
Adam- Now you have Benson who's just like Old Mexico, no one cares what happens to him or who does it to him. IT's just like how America and the rest of the World could give a rat's ass about how the Cartels have taken complete control of Old Mexico. They do mass murders and we don't give a flying fuck, you know he's just like you Spencer.
Adam throws his bottle into the Rio Grande river.
Adam- Now Spencer incase you haven't figured it out by now I'm not like any other wrestler in the locker room. I don't pretray to be someone I'm not in real life, what you see is who I am everyday. I'm a loud rude redneck you doesn't give a shit about being politically correct of if I hurt your damn feelings. I speak my mind and if I feel you've disrespected me I take care of it. I've been taking care of pieces of shit like you in the WCF for a while now and have no plans of stoping. If I feel like I need help someone is always around to help out when needed. I've just happened to find someone in Raymond Hatcher who feels about the World the same way as I do. Hell he might even hate you more than I do bitch.
Adam climbs back in his truck and starts it up.
Adam- Is there no standards in professional wrestling any more that little bitches like you actually have a job in it.
Adam turns his music up and its "Walk" by Pantera as he peels out into the darkness.
