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John Austin · (01-30-2014)

Our scene opens up in a small room, connected by a long hallway. Nothing special about this setting or really no relevance to John but its a area where he comes to get away from all the bullshit he has to deal with on a daily basis. A place to meditate if you will. We find John sitting on a leather sofa like he owns the place. Feet up and relaxing to the fullest.

I had a business meeting with someone a couple days ago and he told me a key piece of advice, "To be the man, you have to beat the man" and Wyatt, you are looking at "the man". You see, I have took on some crazy individuals here in my short stay so far in XWF. The monsters like Nazi and Steve Davids to the pukes like Scott Charlotte and Smoke-Man. They all thought they could hang with John Austin. Some of them beat me within a inch of my life but like I have said before, I took years off of theirs for even stepping inside the ring with me.

You see Wyatt, you and I are a-lot alike. Both good ole boys from the South. We love to take part in a brawl and love to see others suffer. You want a master race and a pure ethnic cleansing where as I hope everyone in the world leaves me the fuck alone. We both dig crazy chicks and wonder sometimes, do we really attract them? ...I have tried my best to uphold the term "respect" but after the recent turn of events in my life, that has all changed.

You see Wyatt before, I respected the hell out of you man. I thought what you stood for was a great thing and wanted to bring you into the inner circle of death and destruction incorporated. With all these sneak attacks, the girl I love goes missing and the new owners of this company, I am a little pissed off. You see, when I was told that our match involves a pistol, my sick twisted little mind started to run with ideas.

I thought of how hard and fast I would beat you with that pistol once I got a-hold of it. The feeling on the butt of the pistol connecting with your bald head, over and over again. GOD I am salivating at the opportunity, Monday can not get here quick enough. I am always told that I shouldn't wish this sort of torture and pain among my fellow brothers in arms but like I give a fuck.

My name is John Austin and I am the man who wouldn't even piss on you if you were on fire. I don't need to listen to someone talk about how they are going to hang the nigs and the japs or about how Adolf Hitler was a genius. All that to me is irrelevant bullshit Wyatt, so don't come trying to preach that to me. I don't need to be blinded like the rest of you racist pigs, I only follow one code and that is the code of the darkness

See my code is quite simple because I don't care if you are black, white, Italian or from the planet Mars, once I get done whipping your ass and making you my bitch. I drag you down to the darkness and your soul becomes mine. I don't discriminate and I don't hesitate in watching you die at the palm of my hands. So you must ask yourself, was it worth it? ...Was it worth taking me on and trying to prove yourself?

So I want everyone to come on down this Monday, bring the wife, bring the children and watch John Austin claim another soul. Watch me beat the fuck out of a wannabe and watch me continue my rise back to the top. For I am John Austin and Wyatt.....your soul...is mine.....

I am the....

SUDDENLY John is cut off by the sound of a female's voice from down the hall..

Are you ready slave????

You see Wyatt, I am the...

NOW!!!

John closes his eyes and we can see him swallow deeply. He looks at the camera with a look of "please help me!"...

I gotta go....see you soon Wyatt

John gets up from the sofa. He turns around and slowly makes his way down the hall, to this female. The woman sounded a lot like Christine Nash ...What in the world is going in this building!?

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