Post by AdamYoung on Jun 25, 2016 5:47:41 GMT -5
Scene- Philadelphia, PA
Adam is sitting on a smoking rooftop downtown Philly.
Adam- People just underestimate me every twist and turn. People don't understand that for the past few years I've been fucked up on Cocaine and Whiskey still feeling the pain of my wife leaveing with my son to the arms of my best friend. I took care of that fucking demon earlier this year and it no longer haunts me. I made that bitch my mistress. I looked the devil straight in his eye and I spit my chaw right in that bastards eye. My focus is back on my career and it means their are several bitches in the WCF locker room that have hard lessons they have to learn when it comes to Adam Young. They call me one sick bastard for a reason. No other person to ever work for WCF has earned the title of most hated forever or has their been another ultimate heel in the company. This is my kingdom and I have let you all roam for far too long. Welcome to the Redneck Anarchy.
Adam stands up and walks over to the edge of the building.
Adam- Teddy Blaze you've taken the fans of WCF on a wild ride with your twisting their image of what right and wrong is. I myself only deal in black and white, there are no grey areas in my world. You can not twist my image of you and it's been the same since day one in your case son. your what we call in Texas a snake in the grass. You pretend to be a saint, a good ole boy but you'd actually stab a mother fucker in the back to get what you wanted. Your yet another version of Howard Black is all you are kid. Your time in WCF has been facing little kids and now you have to face the man of WCF, me. You enjoy your last few hours of being the People's champion cause come Sunday night right here in the Wells Fargo Arena it comes crumbleing down.
Adam opens up his hand and crumbs going tumbleing to the ground.
Adam- That brings me to the biggest joke every in WCF, Excalibur. Thief himself. You've been caught copying another wrestlers gimmick totally. You got photo shopping yourself into a Joey Flash video package. What else will this complete piece of shit show us next. You going to claim to be the guy who created WCF or maybe your going to reveal that your the real Creeping Death. Why don't you do everyone in WCF a big favor and kill yourself already. You know what I'm not going to leave it up to you come Sunday night. You step foot in that WCF ring and every breath in your body is fucking gone. I will choke you until you shit yourself. Yeah I'll squeeze so hard your neck will snap, crackle and pop right there on Blast. You have no right to be in my fucking yard bitch. Of course you can save me the effort by just offing yourself between now and then. Then of course Psycho Dragon might get to you before any of us do. I hope to see you at Blast buddy.
Adam turns around and walks into the smoke off the rooftop tar.
Adam is sitting on a smoking rooftop downtown Philly.
Adam- People just underestimate me every twist and turn. People don't understand that for the past few years I've been fucked up on Cocaine and Whiskey still feeling the pain of my wife leaveing with my son to the arms of my best friend. I took care of that fucking demon earlier this year and it no longer haunts me. I made that bitch my mistress. I looked the devil straight in his eye and I spit my chaw right in that bastards eye. My focus is back on my career and it means their are several bitches in the WCF locker room that have hard lessons they have to learn when it comes to Adam Young. They call me one sick bastard for a reason. No other person to ever work for WCF has earned the title of most hated forever or has their been another ultimate heel in the company. This is my kingdom and I have let you all roam for far too long. Welcome to the Redneck Anarchy.
Adam stands up and walks over to the edge of the building.
Adam- Teddy Blaze you've taken the fans of WCF on a wild ride with your twisting their image of what right and wrong is. I myself only deal in black and white, there are no grey areas in my world. You can not twist my image of you and it's been the same since day one in your case son. your what we call in Texas a snake in the grass. You pretend to be a saint, a good ole boy but you'd actually stab a mother fucker in the back to get what you wanted. Your yet another version of Howard Black is all you are kid. Your time in WCF has been facing little kids and now you have to face the man of WCF, me. You enjoy your last few hours of being the People's champion cause come Sunday night right here in the Wells Fargo Arena it comes crumbleing down.
Adam opens up his hand and crumbs going tumbleing to the ground.
Adam- That brings me to the biggest joke every in WCF, Excalibur. Thief himself. You've been caught copying another wrestlers gimmick totally. You got photo shopping yourself into a Joey Flash video package. What else will this complete piece of shit show us next. You going to claim to be the guy who created WCF or maybe your going to reveal that your the real Creeping Death. Why don't you do everyone in WCF a big favor and kill yourself already. You know what I'm not going to leave it up to you come Sunday night. You step foot in that WCF ring and every breath in your body is fucking gone. I will choke you until you shit yourself. Yeah I'll squeeze so hard your neck will snap, crackle and pop right there on Blast. You have no right to be in my fucking yard bitch. Of course you can save me the effort by just offing yourself between now and then. Then of course Psycho Dragon might get to you before any of us do. I hope to see you at Blast buddy.
Adam turns around and walks into the smoke off the rooftop tar.
