Post by James Wolf on Jan 20, 2019 21:26:56 GMT -5
Peering inside an illuminated bar room we slowly zoom in to where James Wolf is standing behind the bar, and on the bar top we can see a bottle of Gentleman Jack, and a shot glass next to it. The face of James tells it all as there is a smirk plastered across it. A confident, and a cocky smile that would keep the man hated because regardless of what has happened in the past there is no denying he put in the work. When others wouldn't. When they didn't show up he put in the work. Win or lose didn't really matter. When it came to work ethic James Wolf was unmatched.
Which why then was there a bottle of Gentleman Jack on the bar top, and who exactly was he offering it to? The answer was quite simple. The answer was of course Scott Slayer. But the question still remained why, and that questioned was about to be answered.
We've had previous run in's before Scott, and the balls on you are bigger than most people. Especially after I beat you so bad I could have sworn you'd be standing in the unemployment line. However, I see your stupidity is still in full force and that is what is driving you here in the WCF. So rather than waste the liquor stock I had at my home I came out to a well known bar and rented out the place just for this occasion. I will waste their stock because they obviously couldn't care less to begin with. No that we've gotten that out of the way let's begin shall we? The proposition is simple! All you have to do is pour yourself a shot, and walk away! Show everybody what a spine less coward you really are, and well let's just say you'll finally gain my respect. Something, it seems you really need. Because once again your mouth has gotten you into a situation that you cannot get yourself out of. We all ready know you don't have a supportive sister, and the world saw that you two went head to head. You of course came up short because well I guess you've always been the secret that the family has wanted to forget. That could all change with a simple action. Of course the alternative to not doing it is far worse because I will beat you even worse than our last time in the ring. I'll leave you a crimson mess unable to remember his name, or where he came from. The family that spawned Kennedy Matthews, and Scott Slayer well I guess they'll thank me for taking you out right? Your parents sound like a couple of cunts but you didn't need me to tell you this! You've all ready done what I wanted you to do Scott, and that is you haven't shown up but I figured I'd give you a little incentitive to the whole thing because the whole WCF roster knows you have some shit luck!
That doesn't look like it will change either. Gentleman Jack is such a wonderful whiskey to make a deal over too. Just think of all you can gain doing what's necessary for the greater good. You can't see it know but I see the bigger picture and trust me when I tell you that you are going to want to be in it! I never seen you as a bigger picture type of a person though. You're a right now type of person huh? You want things right now or else you don't want them at all but you're going to get your wish Scott. I'm going to kick your ass at Monday Night Slam. Whether its for the Hardcore Title, or whether I have to go through everybody in its division to get to your cunt sister! But you know I really hope that Jay Omega beats her when a title match happens because you know what will happen then? Sorry! I don't spoil my surprises! Too bad for you huh? Watch closely, and you can see how its done! You didn't learn your lesson last time but this time you're going to learn a lesson and that lesson is don't fuck with James Wolf, and put him in a bad mood!
James then goes over to where the light switch is, and shuts the lights down. He then leaves the bar locking up tight. As he goes outside we notice that it's cold outside and our favorite person to hate is now bundled up in winter clothes. Walking down the street, and with people around him he wonders if perhaps he could have passed Scott Slayer and not have even known it. It's entirely possible. Heading into the Pensacola Bay Center James heads into the catering arena where he takes off his jacket, and lays it across a chair.
Scott, let's just face facts here. You're in over your head here, and it's going to be quite fun, and also my pleasure to beat your ass again and get the one, two, three because that's what I do and you'll never get one over on me because you just don't possess the skill or the talent. You know it, and I know it. So where ever you are enjoy what ever it is you're doing, and at Monday Night Slam don't say I didn't warn you. It's simple Scott. The only thing you're capable of slaying is yourself! I'd say that's the biggest irony that will have come out of Monday Night Slam but better learn it now than never! It's all thanks to you Scott. I'm not sure where you're going to go or what you're going to do after this event is over but what I do know is that you'll have to figure it out. You'll have to figure out where you're going or what you will do. Because you sure know how to run your mouth. The problem is you can't back it up against me! And you know what Scott? I love that you cannot! I love the fact that I'm the one that has all the power while you're so weak you're powerless to stop me! It begs the question Scott it really does! When you were asked what you wanted to be when you grew up; why did you have to say a pro wrestler? Was it because your big sister said it or because you thought you'd actually be good at it. I've got time while you try to come up with an answer for it? Now Scott while you're left pondering important life questions here's one more for you to consider. After this match is over how are you going to set yourself apart from everybody else? Your identity? Because you seemingly don't have one! Now while you consider that either take a shot and walk away, or put that damn thing up for a rainy day. Choice is yours! Either way come Monday Night Slam the only option left is James Wolf walking out with the victory!
James then goes over to the caterers table to view their meals, and see what they have to drink. Since Scott Slayer is no where to be found its likely he got lost and refused to ask for directions.
Which why then was there a bottle of Gentleman Jack on the bar top, and who exactly was he offering it to? The answer was quite simple. The answer was of course Scott Slayer. But the question still remained why, and that questioned was about to be answered.
We've had previous run in's before Scott, and the balls on you are bigger than most people. Especially after I beat you so bad I could have sworn you'd be standing in the unemployment line. However, I see your stupidity is still in full force and that is what is driving you here in the WCF. So rather than waste the liquor stock I had at my home I came out to a well known bar and rented out the place just for this occasion. I will waste their stock because they obviously couldn't care less to begin with. No that we've gotten that out of the way let's begin shall we? The proposition is simple! All you have to do is pour yourself a shot, and walk away! Show everybody what a spine less coward you really are, and well let's just say you'll finally gain my respect. Something, it seems you really need. Because once again your mouth has gotten you into a situation that you cannot get yourself out of. We all ready know you don't have a supportive sister, and the world saw that you two went head to head. You of course came up short because well I guess you've always been the secret that the family has wanted to forget. That could all change with a simple action. Of course the alternative to not doing it is far worse because I will beat you even worse than our last time in the ring. I'll leave you a crimson mess unable to remember his name, or where he came from. The family that spawned Kennedy Matthews, and Scott Slayer well I guess they'll thank me for taking you out right? Your parents sound like a couple of cunts but you didn't need me to tell you this! You've all ready done what I wanted you to do Scott, and that is you haven't shown up but I figured I'd give you a little incentitive to the whole thing because the whole WCF roster knows you have some shit luck!
That doesn't look like it will change either. Gentleman Jack is such a wonderful whiskey to make a deal over too. Just think of all you can gain doing what's necessary for the greater good. You can't see it know but I see the bigger picture and trust me when I tell you that you are going to want to be in it! I never seen you as a bigger picture type of a person though. You're a right now type of person huh? You want things right now or else you don't want them at all but you're going to get your wish Scott. I'm going to kick your ass at Monday Night Slam. Whether its for the Hardcore Title, or whether I have to go through everybody in its division to get to your cunt sister! But you know I really hope that Jay Omega beats her when a title match happens because you know what will happen then? Sorry! I don't spoil my surprises! Too bad for you huh? Watch closely, and you can see how its done! You didn't learn your lesson last time but this time you're going to learn a lesson and that lesson is don't fuck with James Wolf, and put him in a bad mood!
James then goes over to where the light switch is, and shuts the lights down. He then leaves the bar locking up tight. As he goes outside we notice that it's cold outside and our favorite person to hate is now bundled up in winter clothes. Walking down the street, and with people around him he wonders if perhaps he could have passed Scott Slayer and not have even known it. It's entirely possible. Heading into the Pensacola Bay Center James heads into the catering arena where he takes off his jacket, and lays it across a chair.
Scott, let's just face facts here. You're in over your head here, and it's going to be quite fun, and also my pleasure to beat your ass again and get the one, two, three because that's what I do and you'll never get one over on me because you just don't possess the skill or the talent. You know it, and I know it. So where ever you are enjoy what ever it is you're doing, and at Monday Night Slam don't say I didn't warn you. It's simple Scott. The only thing you're capable of slaying is yourself! I'd say that's the biggest irony that will have come out of Monday Night Slam but better learn it now than never! It's all thanks to you Scott. I'm not sure where you're going to go or what you're going to do after this event is over but what I do know is that you'll have to figure it out. You'll have to figure out where you're going or what you will do. Because you sure know how to run your mouth. The problem is you can't back it up against me! And you know what Scott? I love that you cannot! I love the fact that I'm the one that has all the power while you're so weak you're powerless to stop me! It begs the question Scott it really does! When you were asked what you wanted to be when you grew up; why did you have to say a pro wrestler? Was it because your big sister said it or because you thought you'd actually be good at it. I've got time while you try to come up with an answer for it? Now Scott while you're left pondering important life questions here's one more for you to consider. After this match is over how are you going to set yourself apart from everybody else? Your identity? Because you seemingly don't have one! Now while you consider that either take a shot and walk away, or put that damn thing up for a rainy day. Choice is yours! Either way come Monday Night Slam the only option left is James Wolf walking out with the victory!
James then goes over to the caterers table to view their meals, and see what they have to drink. Since Scott Slayer is no where to be found its likely he got lost and refused to ask for directions.
