Post by 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗞 on Jan 2, 2020 11:56:44 GMT -5
A cold night in Minneapolis, Minnesota. People walking outside on the sidewalks beside skyscrapers in thick winter coats, their breath visible as they exhale. A corner bar seems like it is mostly empty, just a few people at tables and Corey Black sitting at the bar. He has a glass of Diet Coke sitting in front of him.
"I've had the pleasure of shoving my elbow down the throats of a lot of make-a-wish wrestlers in my twenty years in this business, but Hot Shot Wayne Austin might be the most special of them all. Straight out of 1998, Wayne comes to us from a time ripple in Austin, Texas. A prototypical redneck brawler, Hot Shot has done - well, nothing of note in Action Wrestling to garner a Hardcore Title shot. Usually I'm put up against the men that had their chance at the top and get a consolation beating by my hand. I don't want to say it's refreshing to fight new blood, it would be if it wasn't for this.. specimen.
I thought I was done with the doppelganger bullshit when I crushed Jaice's dreams at XIII and on Twitter. Bah gawd was I mistaken. What? I said by god was I mistaken. That's fine, whatever. You win some, you lose some. It would have been nice if this dork would have done some research, ya know, instead of just spouting off whatever fucking nonsense he read on Reddit.
First of all, let's get one thing straight here Wayne; ya didn't beat Odin Balfore. You got gifted a countout win like Adam Young was gifted the WCF Title. That's not winning anything, boss, that's pity. That was Odin being more occupied with Walter than giving a shit about returning to fight you. Wear it as a badge of honor all you want, I've beat Odin Balfore in the biggest stage. For real. With a Burning Hammer and a pin. If your claim to fame is going to be count out wins, well man, I just hope you're ready for the fury that's coming for your throat on the CBS debut of Clash.
You see my eye? Sure you do, this was the result of a match I had with The Leviathan. A main event player wherever he is. Again, on the biggest stage anyone has ever wrestled on. And again, my hand was raised. Maybe it's in the history books now, but ask Jaice Wilds about those history books. Ask Kyle Kemp or Teo Blaze how history my skills are, Hot Shot. I've run through this division and then some and there's no slowing down, certainly not for a basic bitch comedy act like you.
What you lack is layers. A one trick pony. Keystone, WHAT. A tired trope that should have died two decades ago before I even started winning World Tiles. And here we are, the past comes forward, a throwback relic using history books as an insult. How poetic is it? Like it was written in the stars, man. You might think I'm fun and games but not when it comes to defending my title, Wayne. I don't give a fuck who your are or what you think you are, the breakout star of 2020, the baddest wrestler in Action Wrestling.. please. I'm Hardcore Champion of the Year, I'm Employee of the Year, and on the first Clash of the year, I'm going to win the award for TOTAL DESTRUCTION of the year when I knock the fucking stupid out of your brain.
No fucking games, guy. No horseshit. No Twitter battles or countouts. Your reality check is just an elbow strike away.
Wake the fuck up."
Corey takes a sip of his Diet Coke before tossing a few dollars onto the bar and walking away, ending the scene.
"I've had the pleasure of shoving my elbow down the throats of a lot of make-a-wish wrestlers in my twenty years in this business, but Hot Shot Wayne Austin might be the most special of them all. Straight out of 1998, Wayne comes to us from a time ripple in Austin, Texas. A prototypical redneck brawler, Hot Shot has done - well, nothing of note in Action Wrestling to garner a Hardcore Title shot. Usually I'm put up against the men that had their chance at the top and get a consolation beating by my hand. I don't want to say it's refreshing to fight new blood, it would be if it wasn't for this.. specimen.
I thought I was done with the doppelganger bullshit when I crushed Jaice's dreams at XIII and on Twitter. Bah gawd was I mistaken. What? I said by god was I mistaken. That's fine, whatever. You win some, you lose some. It would have been nice if this dork would have done some research, ya know, instead of just spouting off whatever fucking nonsense he read on Reddit.
First of all, let's get one thing straight here Wayne; ya didn't beat Odin Balfore. You got gifted a countout win like Adam Young was gifted the WCF Title. That's not winning anything, boss, that's pity. That was Odin being more occupied with Walter than giving a shit about returning to fight you. Wear it as a badge of honor all you want, I've beat Odin Balfore in the biggest stage. For real. With a Burning Hammer and a pin. If your claim to fame is going to be count out wins, well man, I just hope you're ready for the fury that's coming for your throat on the CBS debut of Clash.
You see my eye? Sure you do, this was the result of a match I had with The Leviathan. A main event player wherever he is. Again, on the biggest stage anyone has ever wrestled on. And again, my hand was raised. Maybe it's in the history books now, but ask Jaice Wilds about those history books. Ask Kyle Kemp or Teo Blaze how history my skills are, Hot Shot. I've run through this division and then some and there's no slowing down, certainly not for a basic bitch comedy act like you.
What you lack is layers. A one trick pony. Keystone, WHAT. A tired trope that should have died two decades ago before I even started winning World Tiles. And here we are, the past comes forward, a throwback relic using history books as an insult. How poetic is it? Like it was written in the stars, man. You might think I'm fun and games but not when it comes to defending my title, Wayne. I don't give a fuck who your are or what you think you are, the breakout star of 2020, the baddest wrestler in Action Wrestling.. please. I'm Hardcore Champion of the Year, I'm Employee of the Year, and on the first Clash of the year, I'm going to win the award for TOTAL DESTRUCTION of the year when I knock the fucking stupid out of your brain.
No fucking games, guy. No horseshit. No Twitter battles or countouts. Your reality check is just an elbow strike away.
Wake the fuck up."
Corey takes a sip of his Diet Coke before tossing a few dollars onto the bar and walking away, ending the scene.