Post by hunter on Nov 15, 2011 1:12:03 GMT -5
Sometimes you just got to say "Fuck The World!"
Fog is just lifting off the dewey grass out in the middle of a field in rural Mississippi. Birds are cherping and the sounds of the wind swirling threw the branches of the oak and magnolia trees. All of a sudden a loud bang echoes threw the field.
You get in my Cross Hairs and your as good as mounted on my wall. Stupid creature. He sure did screw up when he produced you didn't he. All you do is try and take money out of peoples pockets to line your own belly don't ya. You aint takeing no money from me you piece of shit.
The camera pans down on a two hundred and fifty pound hog lieing dead on the wet grass.
Well at least this damn hog has more since then all you so called superstars in the WCF. You all started this war and now I'm here to end it. You thought you had seen the last of my mentor but you didn't think he'd send in a bulldozer did ya. At Slam on Monday night I gave ya'll a taste of whats in store for your yankee asses, this comeing SLAM one Johnny Fly is going to get swatted. Only thing promiseing for your future in the WCF is that your not apart of the herd that cost my mentor his life. All he had was wrestling and you sorry ass pieces of shit took that from him. Hell Lerch you stood up for you when those others where running your company straight into the ground. I know he was looking down on SLAM Monday night laughing as those two egg sucking dogs where destroying your yankee ride. Rest assured boys the South has already risen and the war is about to begin.
Hunter kneels down beside his fresh kill.
Open season and there aint no bag limit.
Fog is just lifting off the dewey grass out in the middle of a field in rural Mississippi. Birds are cherping and the sounds of the wind swirling threw the branches of the oak and magnolia trees. All of a sudden a loud bang echoes threw the field.
You get in my Cross Hairs and your as good as mounted on my wall. Stupid creature. He sure did screw up when he produced you didn't he. All you do is try and take money out of peoples pockets to line your own belly don't ya. You aint takeing no money from me you piece of shit.
The camera pans down on a two hundred and fifty pound hog lieing dead on the wet grass.
Well at least this damn hog has more since then all you so called superstars in the WCF. You all started this war and now I'm here to end it. You thought you had seen the last of my mentor but you didn't think he'd send in a bulldozer did ya. At Slam on Monday night I gave ya'll a taste of whats in store for your yankee asses, this comeing SLAM one Johnny Fly is going to get swatted. Only thing promiseing for your future in the WCF is that your not apart of the herd that cost my mentor his life. All he had was wrestling and you sorry ass pieces of shit took that from him. Hell Lerch you stood up for you when those others where running your company straight into the ground. I know he was looking down on SLAM Monday night laughing as those two egg sucking dogs where destroying your yankee ride. Rest assured boys the South has already risen and the war is about to begin.
Hunter kneels down beside his fresh kill.
Open season and there aint no bag limit.
