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John Austin · (03-25-2014)

Our scene opens up in the dead of night, the darkest of darks. Stars align the midnight sky like normal and some of the planets can be seen with the use of a telescope. We come along to a run-down, broken-down church along our path. What once served as a place of worship, now sits a place for the drunkards, the druggies and the lowest of lows. Our next view is of inside the decrepit house of the holy.

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Off into the distance you can heard the sounds of cowboy boots walking across the grimy floor. The sounds get closer and closer until they finally stop. The camera pans around and we see John Austin sitting in the only last standing pew inside the church. Half of his face is painted up like some ghoulish like creature while the other half is his normal every day face. No S&M gear, no fancy Satanic cult robes, just John dressed in normal t-shirt and jeans. He throws his arms back on the pew as if you was next your loved one. He leans his head back and surveys the ceiling

Tsk...tsk...tsk. I don't know what it is about things that seem to be no good. I mean hell this place is still functional for the so called Christians. Just a little clean up or as they say "doing the Lord's work" and this place would be back to brand new....Pshhh what a fucking joke I swear. I don't get it man, they always seem to think when you are no good, it's time to demolish things and start over new but what they don't understand is that it doesn't matter about how many times you win and loose...it is about the thrill of the hunt. That thrill of stalking them, listening to them breath and awaiting for the right time to strike and sink your fangs in.

John gets up from the pew and starts to walk down the velvet crushed carpet that lines up to the altar or rather, where the altar use to be. Along the way he sees a few pages from the Bible, laying miscellaneously among the floor. He picks up one of the pages and holds it in his left hand.

Ahh yes, one of my only favorite passages from this fairytale, Hebrews two, verse eight-teen. "For because he himself has suffered when tempted, he is able to help those who are being tempted." *John looks at the camera with his dark brown eyes*... Ambrose, you are being tempted aren't you? well I can help you brother. I have suffered such a great amount from temptation, rather it be from NeoNero or Alexandra Callaway...that I can help you. I must have tempted you in such a great amount that you want to feel pain and anguish through-out your body. I welcome you to my own hell Mr. Helios.

You have seen me do some remarkable things in this company I am sure Ambrose. I went from being a nobody to a household name. What have you done Ambrose, you lost a television title match against the champion and cost Eli James his ownership at the WWX but yet you seem to feel like you are better than me. Dude, are you fucking

or something?

John rips up the piece of paper from the Bible he was holding and shakes his head at the "

" comment. He walks up the small steps that would have led up to where the altar use to sit. He starts to survey the entire building with his dark brown eyes and looking like the weirdo he is with the painted face.

Now I can stand here and talk about how I will steal your soul and yadda yadda, its the same old song and dance from me if I speak of soul stealing, I think we can all admit that. What you need to understand Mr. Helios, I am one sick and twisted motherfucker. My lady performs all these sick and twisted sexual acts on me that would make the normal man blush. I almost exploded into a sexual frustration when I faced off with NeoNero and sense you seem to know a lot about me, you know that when Wyatt stuck the gun in my mouth to try and end my life, I got turned on to the fullest extent.

And when you challenged me last week to a hardcore match for the upcoming Madness, mmmm, it sent electric shocks through this Greek god of a body. Just the thoughts I had in my mind of what I am going to do that body of yours. The barbwire ripping through your flesh. The sound of the chairs connecting with your skull and the sound of my steel chain connecting with your back...over...and...over...and OVER.. I told you Ambrose...I am one sick fuck ...that you happened to challenge to a hardcore match....DUMB FUCK!

John walks down the small steps and sits at the very bottom one. He looks down at the floor and rubs his hands across his face, smearing the paint all over from his nose to the top of his forehead. He looks back up at the camera with a mess all along the face. He begins to laugh and flashes that sick smile that we have not seen in quite a long time

Mors enim Ambrosius quod peccatum committitur hodie moriamini. Tuus sum mors ostensor Ambros. Don't underestimate me Mr. Helios because I am walking death. I am the one that watches over your shoulder at night. You feel those eyes staring at you from behind, that's me. I watch every fucking thing you do and take great pride in the thrill of hunting you Ambrose. Your not safe anymoreeeeee...........

There is no place to run and no place to hide because now you have to meet your real maker. Not that phony fake carpenter that flies around in the sky like some genie. I am the real maker and taker of lives and my name is John fucking Austin. You are going to find out first hand why I am the most dangerous man alive that is walking and talking in XWF.

John pulls out a small what appears to be a switchblade from his right shirt pocket. He flings that son of a bitch open and the tip of the blade is stained red with someone's blood. He licks the blood off the tip with his eyes closed.

It tastes soooooo gooooood hehehehe

The sound of lightning can be heard crashing outside. John lays backs on the stairs, laughing uncontrollably as our scene comes to a close.

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