Post by Hot Shot Wayne Austin on Nov 19, 2023 12:47:27 GMT -5
Hot Shot Wayne Austin, the Texas badass, leaned forward with a grin on his face, a microphone in hand, and the intensity in his eyes that made arenas erupt. The crowd was buzzing with anticipation, knowing that when Austin started talking, something big was about to go down. "Now let me tell ya somethin', son," Austin's gravelly voice echoed through the arena, "I've been watchin' this AW roster, and they've got some talented sumbitches. But let me make one thing crystal clear – ol' HOT SHOT don't back down from nobody." The crowd erupted in cheers as Austin paused, soaking in the adulation.
He continued, "You see, back in the day, ol' HOT SHOT wasn't afraid to drop a few jaws and open up a can of whoop Waynewieser ass. And I'm tellin' ya AW locker room, each and every one of those boys, 'You better tighten your boots, 'cause Ol' HOT SHOT is in town.'"
He continued, "You see, back in the day, ol' HOT SHOT wasn't afraid to drop a few jaws and open up a can of whoop Waynewieser ass. And I'm tellin' ya AW locker room, each and every one of those boys, 'You better tighten your boots, 'cause Ol' HOT SHOT is in town.'"
A sly smirk played on Austin's lips as he paced back and forth in the ring. "I've been known to drop a Stunner or two, and I don't care if it's TJ Augustine or Odin Balfore or Balfive or HELL BALSIX! OL HOT SHOT is here to stomp a mudhole in their asses and walk it dry!"
The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and "HOT SHOT HOT SHOT HOT SHOT" chants. Austin raised an eyebrow and chuckled before continuing, "I don't care if you're flippin', floppin', or flyin', when OL HOT SHOT's in the ring, you better believe it's gonna be a GLOBBERCOCKER. And if any of those boys in the back think they can take me down, well, they got another thing comin'."
The mention of "breaking butts and cashing checks" drew a raucous response from the audience. Austin leaned against the ropes, his trademark confidence oozing from every pore. "I ain't here for a tea party; I ain't here for Black Baba takin' me to some ol' dark place, I ain't here for New Brotherhood of the Traveling Sisterhood panties AH-HUH NO WAY NO HOW! I'm here to raise HELL AND PRAISE DALE So if you're in this god damn forsaken BATTLE ROYAL, you better lace up your boots real tight, 'cause ol' HOT SHOT is here to stomp a mudhole, walk it dry, and leave with a pocket full of cash!"
"Now, let's talk about this tag team division and this dumb battle royal! I've been watchin' Chase Jackson, Odin, and the whole damn bunch," Austin said, his voice dripping with confidence. "They think they're hot stuff. They think they're the cream of the crop. Well, let ol' HOT SHOT set the record straight – they don't hold a candle to the greatest of all time. NAH-HUH! I was the SCW Hardcore Champion, the SCW Heavyweight Champion, HELL I'VE TAKEN COREY BLACK THE BIGGEST AND BEST FISH IN THE POND TO ITS EXTREME LIMITS! I WAS HERE WHEN WALTER RULED THIS COMPANY AND I'LL BE HERE WHEN TATIANA JOLEE BEATS EVERYONE! IM NOT GOIN' ANYWHERE!"
The crowd erupted in cheers as Austin paced around the ring, his eyes scanning the audience. "Now, don't get me wrong. Those boys got some talent. But talent ain't enough when you're standing in the ring with Hot Shot Wayne Austin, the Texas Baddest SUNNN UVA BIITCHHH, the man who's been known to raise hell and leave a trail of broken glass in his wake!"
Austin paused, letting the words sink in, and then continued, "Chase Jackson, Odin, Jonny Cedrone and the rest of the tag team division, they're just playin' in my sandbox. They're stepping into HOT SHOTS world, and let me tell ya, it's a world of pain. The greatest of all time doesn't break a sweat over some tag team boys who think they're the next big thing. Especially Jonny Cedrone who can CEDRONE INTO THE SKY LIKE A HELICOPTER WHEN I THROW HIS ASS OVER THE TOP ROPE!"
The crowd erupted in "HOT SHOT HOT SHOT HOT SHOT" chants, and Austin soaked it in. "I've been in this business a long damn time. I've faced the best, beaten the best, and left 'em all in the dust. Chase Jackson, Odin, you better lace up them boots real tight, 'cause you're steppin' into the ring with a SUNOVBITCH who bites and doesn't let go."
Austin leaned against the ropes, his gaze unwavering. "I don't care if it's a tag team, triple threat, or a damn battle royal. HOT SHOT is the alpha, the omega, and everything in between. So when you step into this ring, boys and girls, you better be ready to bow down, 'cause you're in the presence of greatness."
"AND last but not least, Kevin Bishop and Cipher, you two no good dumb lookin' sissy MOTHER FUCKERS don't know shit about wrestling, don't know shit about tag teamin' and you certainly can't handle the baddest SUMBITCH this side of Western Texas! You two don't know good wrestlin' if good wrestlin' smacked ya on the wiener and rubbed your knees together and planted a pumpkin on your backside with a garden hose stickin' out!"
"AND THATS THE BOTTOM LINE CAUSE WAYNE AUSTIN SAID SO!"
With a final nod and a defiant look, Austin dropped the microphone, leaving the crowd in a frenzy of cheers. The message was clear – in the world of tag teams, HOT SHOT considered himself in a league of his own, and anyone who thought otherwise was in for a rude awakening.